Attachment

When happiness only comes with reasons, with several terms and condition,
can it be called as a real happiness? Or is it that infamous attachment?

Yes, we attach ourselves to stuffs, to people.
What's the fundamental of it? Our own fears? Our disbelief to ourselves?
Or can it be caused of both?

Attachment wouldn't be so bad if things were rolling well.

But, how if it lately turns into kind of addiction?
If it turns into a disability to hold your own pride, an incompetence to face the truth, then you cheat on yourself, or worse you finally feel that it's okay to hurt yourself?

Like, for real, we all have to learn it hard way :
we love because we have so much,
not because we need anything in return.