The Ultimate Goal of Life

I'm having trouble with depression, and I've been wondering: what is the meaning of life? Why are we here? Why do we exist? Cliched as it is, it's stumped me. No one I know seems to be living life meaningfully. No one I know seems to have any intention of pursuing dreams or love. Maybe I'm just idealistic, but I've come to the conclusion that "_The ultimate goal of human existence is to find true happiness._" And that's the challenge: write a ficly about a person's search for happiness. It doesn't matter how you define 'true happiness', so long as it's meaningful. I can't define that either, so it's really up to you. His search can be long, painful and sad, but it should end happily. I really don't need more pessimism in my life... You've got about three weeks, if I set the clock right. This is my first challenge so here's hoping I get some entries... And thanks in advance if you enter. I promise to read every one of the entries (if there even are any) with love and gratitude. Really. :)

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