As a goal.
I sit on a log in the forest.
After hours of sitting still, a butterfly lands on my knee.
I observe the butterfly, I enjoy its colors, and I'm grateful for its company.
My breath startles the butterfly. I watch as it flutters away.
I'm grateful for the encounter, but not surprised that it didn't stay.
Happiness is fleeting. Like the butterfly, it only lands on the satisfied.
By pursuing happiness, you blind yourself to the joy and satisfaction that are already within your grasp.