it's an inevitable thing, that happiness isn't a permanent. things can only be so good for so long. and i don't mean to be such a downer here, but hey that's reality. bad things come at well, bad times, whether you set yourself up for it or not.
but when the sun decides to come out, then it's time to say hello. God only knows how long the sun will shine, and you might as well soak it up while it's here. (I mean this in a literal sense too.)
i'm happy. i am happy now and whether it decides to stick around or not, i will let myself be happy even though being happy scares me. if the storm clouds decide to roll in, then i'll always have my tan to remember what the sun was like.