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Happiness is relative. People often depict the content lifestyle as a country home with a family. This is especially evident in the American Dream, but is this happiness? It seems very dull, to settle, probably for the rest of one's life, in a cliche home. I don't want to appear caustic, but it is a life of comfort, not happiness. The only reason we seem to strive for something so comfortable is because we do not have it. But why is there an emphasis on comfort, routine, cyclical? I imagine that a vagabond's life is the polar opposite. The comfort is not there, and any grain of happiness is sooner or later broken by the bereavement of a standard lifestyle. Ignorance is bliss. The poor man seeks a stable home, job, and needs; on the contrary the middle man seeks a higher status, a taller house, and a lucrative job. Often, the high man has all that the lower men desire, but he loses material value in his life because everything is within reach. Therefore, he seeks to consume his time with charity work or travel. It is an endless pawing, gripping, wanting for a happier life, but by doing so, none actually gain happiness. I speak of happiness in the tighter sense; sure, you can be happy; you can love, receive love, eat your favorite meal, play your favorite game, read your favorite book, but the happiness is only skin-deep. As soon as you experience a stronger attraction toward another, read a more interesting book, have more fun in another game, taste a better dinner, you, a human, must simply have it all. That is the problem, the everlasting search for self-actualization. In fact, you can achieve self-actualization, but even that perception is relative to your current happiness. Your actual self may pale in comparison to a person who has achieved an actual-er self than you have. In the words of a wise man, life is really a dull, circular movement to-and-fro from one location to another for intervals of several years. Surely an existence, in the far reaches of a universe or another, must have a better, more interesting life than that! Money, status, these things corrupt our view of a self-sufficient, happy life. Figuratively speaking, the king of the world is but a pauper to the king of the universe. So on and so forth, it is an ideally endless chain of beings above our perception of a happy, blink of existence that is human life. Truthfully, this isn't a tirade about evils of capitalism or searching for true happiness. There is absolutely everything honest and real about the happiness we have now. What would our lives be if we could see a larger image, if our minds were gently pulled a little wider? In an astronomical level, it is a miracle that we exist at all, and the bittersweet realization of the lack of purpose in living despite survival. What do we survive for? Why do we survive?
A greener pasture.
The Asiantastic Ninja · Sat Mar 16, 2013 @ 05:22pm · 0 Comments |
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