There are three paths ahead not quite converging but running side by side. I'm taking the one on the right, and his is on the left. In the middle is happiness, a trail of sorts. You may know I can't walk a straight line, so I often veer to my left, crossing paths with happiness and stepping in the middle of his way. But he doesn't seem to mind, 'cause in the end we're going the same way. We're chasing happiness, and it's not about to get away.