Irony of life

Some have cancer or a lifelong battle with bad relationships; some lose their wealth or the love of their lives; some decide to live a moral life and yet they die without dignity; I had a pedophile father.
In all of these statements there lies the irony of life. We all suffer. We all have something to love, something to lose, something to cry about. Question is: how many of us are lucky enough to know pure happiness? And I'm not talking about sporadic moments of joy we all encounter in daily life. I'm talking about absolute happiness, the feeling of the Gods, the feeling that if you once felt, it'll make worth the sufferance of an entire life time. Some call it divine love, some others call it Nirvana, most people attach an unattainable god like quality to it. Most die before even having a chance to think of it.
As elusive as it may be, this absolute happiness, which, I'm sure, it's not quiet happiness, but something that allows you to feel the entirety of all your emotions at the same time, without antagonisms, in a unifying feeling. Before it, one may feel anger or joy, separately. After it, one may feel anger and joy at the same time, without the normal antagonisms of the two feelings. It has to be kind of like a dyslexic person, who sees chaotic details of a certain reality, but lacks the capacity of synthesis. Yes, this "absolute happiness" must be like a synthesis of all emotions ever lived.
The irony of life may be, at this point, the capacity to logically understand the existence of such "absolute happiness", followed by the incapacity to feel it. Ha-ha!