Navigation in mixed waters?

Morning time, walking in the street, light breeze or cold weather, it seems everything would do, each step is simply another one in peace and gratification, I am alive, I am fed, I have slept in a proper bed. I am healthy, my closed ones are healthy, I can breathe, I have a good book to read, I can plan, I have friends to see, I have people to call, I am in the moment, each step a dance in the rhythm of life. Evening time, walking in the street, light breeze or cold weather, it seems nothing will do, each step a pure moment of isolation, whatever directions I look, none of my mountains are moving, none of my close friends or relatives seem to understand what I am trying to accomplish, were are those friends or closed ones by the way, no phone calls, no recent messages… I am in the moment, each step widening my circle of isolation, my flood of loneliness. I guess that’s it, learning to be happy… is like learning to navigate in mixed waters, drinking from one, sliding through the other, until one of the mountains cracked open, showing a simple hike along the river of the unconscious mind?