Why bother? Utopia is here. Now. Those distractions that we all tend to use as our excuse to avoid happy are usually of our own making. Notice how often we use someone else's unhappiness as our source of misery. I've lived long stretches with folks who described their condition as "depressed." They probably concluded that their unhappiness was a result of living with me. Maybe it was. I would be willing to bet that most of them, no, all of them are "depressed" now.
Here I am, happy. I'll credit the memories of a lot of depressed people. Everyone deserves happy. Everyone deserves love. It's all in the rock'n'roll and the rock'n'roll's in the ether.