I feel that after such a long time without writing, I'm relearning to ride the bicycle, so excuse the hiccups.

Happiness is the most efficient fuel of all. People who state that anger or misery "fuels" them have no idea how it feels to be happy. Happiness makes me feel like the aliens in Cocoon. The ease of actions once difficult, the weightlessness, the glow, the energy I feel even when I haven't slept or eaten. It's magic. It's addictive. I wish I could be happy all day, every day.
When I was very young I realised I liked very much to be happy. And so I found a simple solution to fuel my addiction: be happy from (almost) everything. I can extract happiness from a stone, so to speak.
And it's more than an addiction to happiness. It's an addiction to life. I love to live. I love to experience everything. The hard times are just an intermezzo to the happy times, they are there simply to make the happy times more delicious.
There are days when it is challenging to be happy. Some times it seems like the sole purpose of some people on this planet is to make your life miserable. From the idiots to the truly evil people, they are all stones on the high road toward the special happy place. All my life I've learned ways to dodge, push, move, avoid, jump over these damn boulders.
But happiness is a scary place to find. Fate is a fickle bitch and she has a talent with messing up the great golden road. If a sunny morning has made your day, by noon it will rain heavily. It's not Murphy, this is not a man's work, it is Lady Fate for only a woman could be so perverse.
 And yet I take the risk. Because no fear can diminish the addiction. And if happiness turns to pain, there will always be a readily available new source of joy. Life has so much to offer, so many variations, so many possibilities it's almost impossible to not find something that makes your day work better.