Once upon a time, a dear fellow asked me (actually not once, but maybe twice) if I was happy. I must confess I could not answer to that. Well, It’s not that I don’t know how I feel, I do, indeed – I just could not say, by that time, that I have not felt happy, since I can remember of myself living.
Guess I have an idea of how it is (to be happy, I mean), though I did not reach it, yet. So, my dear friend (you know who you are), if you are reading to this, the answer to your former question is “no, I am not”. But you must be certain that there is something I know that leads me to living an awful day after the other, which is called “hope”. So I may not have found happiness by this moment, maybe never, but I will always hope that someday I make it. 
As a last thing I can tell you, I should say that “living a hope” is not living at all.