To be happy

As I walk through the valley of life, one theory remains unproven.My soul still cries; the mystery remains completely hidden.Is true happiness and joy tied only to going to heaven?With all these fleshly pleasures, life's true joy always feels lesser.Why can I not be happy?Why can I not curve my mouth like a baby who knows nothing but joy?Why can I not feel the way a mother does when she first sees her child?Is life just a spectacle of random joy and sadness?If so, my soul ties its tide to death.Perhaps the life after is better than what we have now