Maybe Shakespeare was right. Maybe all the world was a stage. Maybe without the act everything would fall apart. The key to happiness wasn't being yourself, because what did that even mean? Everyone had many selves. No. The key to happiness is finding the lie that suits you best.
When everything is going well in your life, there appears a strange feeling inside you: This can't be true! Why? Because life does not carry happiness for a long time! Certainly a wind blows soon and the rough waves begin in the peaceful stagnant sea!