Ever since happiness heard your name, it has been running through the streets trying to find you.

Somebody called Squiggle said this. That's to say, his name, written down, looks like a squiggle.

...a squiggle which translates as Khwāja Šams ud-Dīn Muhammad Hāfez-e Šīrāzī. 

Blimey, what a little squiggle for such a very long name! I shall simply call him Squiggle, if it's all the same to you. 

 He's thinking about it.

So here he is: Squiggle, the Persian mystic and poet, born sometime between the years 1310 and 1337.

I DO like the idea of happiness trying to find us rather than us chasing after happiness. 

All we have to do is to slow down, to be aware of what's going on around us and to embrace happiness when it catches up with us!

Yay!