Happiness and other related hopeless topics (again)

I saw Revolutionary Road over the weekend. I don't want to get into too many details about the film other than that it scored a humble 10/10 on my scale of good movies. It has made me think about happiness, relationships, fulfilling dreams, failure and the hopeless emptiness that is the core theme of the movie. It gave me lot to think about. And I came to the following consequence as a result of all the hard thinking and as a result of my recent break with Gingerman.

A happy life does not exist.


As simply as that. With a full stop at the end to exclude any doubts.
In our lives there are happy moments, days, maybe weeks even. But a happy life is something that is as imaginary as the talking donkey in Shrek.
I now reduced an entire dictionary into two adjectives to describe human life around me:
a) unhappy
and
b) OK.

I guess it is not far from what animals experience in their lives. When a lion is forced into a 16 square meter cage it is unhappy. And when it lives in the vast savannah it is still NOT happy. It's OK. It lives its life and that's that. So that's probably the maximum I should fight for too. Looking for happiness and not finding it does make me frustrated and dispirited. Maybe I should stop the looking and strive for the still hard-to-achieve OK.

How does that sound for an ambition? It sounds crap. But it sounds true for some reason. I'm not even sad to come to this realisation. I feel quite relieved. After all, this might be the way out of the desperate search into a state that only exists in soap operas and in my own imagination.