Happiness these days has become so thoroughly entombed in the notion of having all that you want, instead of all that you need, that even imagining a life without either a phone or the inter net is far closer to most people’s version of hell than it ever would be their version of happiness.
Which is odd really considering that on some parabolic level we all agree that money cannot buy happiness…..
Or is it that money cannot buy love?
Neither of which is true by the way.
If you are desperately poor and lacking in food, than money would indeed buy you a larger slice of the happiness pie than the one you are currently languishing on.
Remember it’s about having all that you need….. not all that you want.
And as for love….. well….. I guess that’s entirely dependent on your overall concept of love….
Though I have to say….. there aren’t too many lonely millionaires out there….
Whether or not you call paid companionship, in whatever form it takes, (trophy wives, toy boys, sex workers) love, is entirely up to you.
But regardless of the trivialities involved we all buy into the lie that the latest job, car, house, partner, gadget, clothes or holiday destination, will lead us ever closer toward our ultimate goal of happiness.
But why must happiness be our goal in the first place?
Could it be that we humans are now all such greedy creatures that like drug addicts we are all searching for the next big hit of happiness?
A feeling of complete well-being that we’d once experienced organically only in the brief, and the mostly intrinsically earned, moments of time?
Is the endless pursuit of happiness now nothing more than the futile attempt to locate a drug dealer of the mind who simply does not exist?
A dealer who could in reality have never existed because happiness is and always has been a virtue of the soul and not a reward of the mind?
Could we have gotten the concept of happiness so completely confused, that all we are doing in our pursuit of it, is causing ourselves the unnecessary pain of expecting a transient experience to become an unrealistic and unsustainable constant?
Has the idea of happiness become an impossible yard stick?
A stick we use to measure ourselves, to judge our lives by and find them so constantly wanting, that we now end up beating ourselves over the head with it instead?
What do you think?
What would make you happy?
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