We are, I think, too in touch with our feelings, too busy taking our own pulse and focusing on what we lack, where we hurt, what we want for ourselves. But our shallow stabs at happiness seldom achieve it, and when they do, it is fleeting. In our consumer culture we are led to believe that owning the latest gizmo will lift our spirits from the chronic doldrums, that if we just have certain things we will finally be happy. Happiness is the opposite of poverty and secured by purchase. Happiness is the opposite of boredom and gained by joining the latest fad.
Happiness is the opposite of incompleteness and achieved by personal fulfillment.
You are what you own and your sense of self comes from comparing yourself with others and what they have. In that mix, religion becomes one more self-help program, all about how God can make you successful. But God never guarantees what the self help preachers promise, and happiness cannot be purchased, acquired, or achieved by narcissistic means. Turns out the other people who have the things we're sure we need to be happy are not any happier at all. They're looking at other people who have the things they lack.