Sometimes it is liquid. You can distill it from life's rinds if you put it before everything else, including and especially yourself. You might lose everything. You probably will.
You'll have to be vulnerable, your heart left open. Be willing to suffer, bleed, watch someone else bleed, endure ridicule, have bad teeth or a terrifying smile. You will deserve it, you foolish ass. You'll give marathon effort and fail. You'll be poor, your world a ghetto.
And then in a tidal wave of glitter you're free, you're above it all, you're naked and beautiful. And belly laughing. And not concerned about what belly laughing will do to your naked body, what will come out of it. Unconcerned. Ha! Ha-ha-ha!
Me? I'd settle for contentment. Contentment is mild, pleasant, like liquid hand soap and warm water. You can smile when you're amused and look grave when something bad happens to someone else, or vice-versa. Just float right through life. Ahhhh.
Ah! But somewhere in me there's a crazy notion stirring, like a living Glo Worm, and it won't be easy to quash. It's in there. Happiness is out there, pure.