One cannot own a dog or a coin collection or a Led Zeppelin song, because other authors or lovers spoke first. Mother Nature made the dog. Jimmy Page made the music. Even the dullest and meanest love money. Struck on the road to Damacus' begins to state what no man can fully explain without metaphors.
Happiness is a free bird in flight, an arrow without target, joy without end, an end in itself.
The alpha and omega. God in heaven. For happiness pertains only to self, means zippo sans the singularly possessive Mine. Happiness is neither shared nor teachable, can't be bought or sold on the market. It resides in one heart at a time and only for the time remaining.