It is not something discovered: it is something molded

Happiness! It is useless to seek it elsewhere than in this warmth of human relations. Our sordid interests imprison us within their walls. Only a comrade can grasp us by the hand and haul us free.

And these human relations must be created. One must go through an apprenticeship to learn the job. Games and risk are a help here. When we exchange manly handshakes, compete in races, join together to save one of us who is in trouble, cry aloud for help in the hour of danger - only then do we learn that we are not alone on earth.

Each man must look to himself to learn the meaning of life. It is not something discovered: it is something moulded. These prison walls that the age of trade has built around us, we can break down. We can still run free, call to our comrades, and marvel to hear once more, in response to our call, the chant of the human voice. -- Antoine de Saint-Exupery (Terre des Hommes, aka. Wind, Sand and Stars)

I have recently and gradually come to learn that it is such a greatness, beyond measure, to grasp the true value of human relations.

And good relations and true friendships are definitely molded through persistence and courage, not achieved over night out of sheer luck,... almost everything is so. Talking of luck and chance, Salman has an interesting post in his bugs of life series, called, "Chance is not just out of chance". Interesting read (in Persian).