People do whatever they can to keep themselves happy. Every single act of ours is an unconscious step in the direction to find happiness. Some find it along the way, some pin it on a destination, some attach it to a person, and some believe that it will be found in the world beyond. Making money is a means to happiness; because then you could buy a car. Following a religion is a means to be happy; because then you’d be getting approval from a supreme being to be happy Hereafter. Watching football is a means to be happy, and so is playing it. Writing a poem, cooking food, listening to music or making it; it’s all about finding that little spark in your heart which glows and lights up your insides. And so is falling in love. It makes you happy. And when it turns sour, you find some other source of bringing you joy. Even if it means finding pleasure in dwelling in the misery of it or finding peace in the breaking of china dishes over dinner. If there is this titanic movement of this world towards finding happiness, why is it that we’re all so delusional? No, really. Why? At the end of it, all one wants is to go back to bed and sleep in peace. Not dreaming of being torn apart by a half ostrich, half jackal animal, but of a place where the wind blows right through ones hair.
That’s why all these images all over the web teaching you things that you’ll need to keep your mind at peace. Images with quotes preaching stuff the monks in the Himalayas would. Pictures being boisterously sarcastic to make a point, and therefore find contentment in the act of spitting what they feel. Status updates claiming the insane amount of fun one had, or having, or will have. It’s a universal propaganda, happiness; disguised as a host of million things.
Happiness—that’s what it has always been about. That’s what it will always be.
dig deeper still…
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You mean the post or the thought, Jo?
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i can’t seem to see my comment here…i meant the thought of course, the post is good stuff as always…
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I can see your comment. What do you think it’s about?
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At the risk of mentioning Himalayan monks 😉 happiness is not a destination but a way of travelling and it resides in us all, if we can stop worrying about the small stuff for long enough. A great post, Amarllyis, which I’d like to link to if I may?
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Everyone says it’s the journey. Some believe it’s the destination. To each his own. 🙂
Sure Jill. Please feel free. Pleasure is mine entirely. 😀
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I have a view but I’d like to believe that if i know the answer then the question changes…
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🙂
Like what’s said about the universe in The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy?
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Nice. A darn good imagery.
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maybe not the same way…
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You mentioned the facts… Happiness is a journey to reach the various destinations one thinks he needs to accomplish and ….. like as you mentioned.. at the end of the day everyone strives to have a sound peaceful sleep….
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🙂 I guess that’s what really matters.
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A grand post. That is all I will say.
I love the part where you call us delusional. Really. It is weird. After trying so hard we really do want the wind rushing through.
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🙂 I’m glad you got the line about the delusion. In fact, I’m not even surprised you did.
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