We always seek happiness in all the things we do, yet as time goes on the only thing we are left with is small fragments of pleasure that serve as temporary comfort. When we find a good show, a good game, a good movie, once we finish them the happiness wears off. And we try as we might to relive them by watching them again or replaying them in the hopes of rekindling the momentary passion, they have only one outcome bringing us momentary relapses of pleasure. We are constantly searching for the original spark, the one that now eludes us, because the they are not new things anymore. The only way we can truly obtain happiness is by searching for new experiences and never getting comfortable in our never ending routines. And yet relationships are quite the opposite. We go looking for the pleasure, the lust, the physical connection. We confuse this pleasure as happiness and as the spark slowly starts to die out we think that we're...