We want to be Happy

‎"Todos estamos aquí de paso, ¿para qué? , no sabemos.
Escuchas que la vida es todo eso que pasa mientras estás preocupado por algo más, y según esto, estamos aquí para ser felices, la verdad, suena cliché. Y aunque somos muchos, no estamos solos [...] Porque a todos se nos acaba el tiempo."

Translation
We are all here in passing, for what? we don't know.
You have heard that the life is all this while you are worried over something more, according to this we are here to be happy, the truth is, it sounds cliche. Even though we are many, we are not here alone... becuase everyone's time comes to an end.

The big question. What's the meaning of life... we do somewhere, somehow find our own answer along the way. We find our own happiness, it does sound cliche as mentioned above.
Could happiness sound cliche becuase everyone wants to find happiness? No one lives in the search of failure and unhappiness. No one. Some people are unable to be happy, at times circumstances do not permit happiness, however no wants to be unhappy. It sounds cliche because people think it is overused, it is over stated, there is such demand for a thing few rarely fully achieve. I want to be happy, and I normally stray from cliches, try and weave my own way. Happiness is a universal desire, a process we take steps to complete. I suppose once you are happy you don't need a meaning of life, you proabably found it somewhere along the way, somewhere within your journies and confusion. Once they're happy people think they will be ready to die. Death scares at times, it suffocates, it confuses, it blinds... happiness is supposed to ease the worry, it gives you a chance to breathe, it defines the blurred edges. Happiness is not cliche, it is universal.
We are many, there are currently over 7 billion people on the earth. We are never alone. At times you feel alone, you can be surrounded, in a sea of people and feel utterly and completely alone.... however, we should be bound together. We share common identies, we connect, we share smiles and lend shoulders for falling tears... we are not alone. It may not seem that way however, we always share the same fate, death. Our names will be forgotton, our deeds dust in the wind, our smiles, our laugh, our tears all crumble as the time passes. Our bodies will decompose, who's knows what more. Happiness soothes these thoughts. I want to be happy, it's not cliche, it's universal.