Happiness is a piece of candy; sounds good, and tastes good until you’re fat and alone sitting next to your cat, Roberto, the only friend you’ve known for the past five years.
Satisfaction is toiling on an invention for ten years without reward. In the eleventh year–success. Satisfaction takes longer to build but lasts forever. Happiness, the piece of candy, is here for a moment and leaves an acne scar behind.
It’s easy to get a job. It’s hard to be Steve Jobs, convincing your neighbor while he checks his mail, you’re inventing a product that can hold thousands of songs in your pocket when most people still organize their music in a CD tower.
Happiness found through pleasure is short-lived. Satisfaction is forever.