How happy is the blameless vestal’s lot!
The world forgetting, by the world forgot.
Eternal sunshine of the spotless mind!
Each prayer accepted, and each wish resigned. (Alexander Pope)
However, things are not that simple, you can’t forget about the spot and go out to the sunshine just to get victimized by the spot once again! Your scars makes you shrewd, erasing that is erasing the prowess earned.
You possess every right to be an imbecile, but why go after something again and again that will only result in repulsion? And Happiness?? Aren’t junkies happier than thyself for abusing substances/narcotics? Does that life appears appealing? What’s the point of humanly happiness actually? Why should we long for it?