There was an old man in a village who was just completely unlucky. His luck was so bad nobody wanted to deal with him anymore. He constantly whined and complained and was always a grump.
It wasn't directly his fault -- he was a true victim of circumstance. And as time progressed he got more and more toxic. He was filled with anger and bile and people seemed to think his misfortune was contagious. It actually seemed rude to be happy near him.
But then he turned 80 and the man turned it around. He wore a smile on his face. He stopped complaining. He looked 10 years younger! The villagers took the old man aside and asked the man what happened. They were worried he'd gotten sick!
He told the village: 80 years I've been chasing happiness and it's been useless. So I gave up on happiness and decided to just enjoy living. That's why I'm happy now.
