All said and done, we do not live for love; we do not live for others; we do not live for the rest of the world and peace in the world; Whatever we do and whatever we undertake is for ourselves and everything makes us happy. When some action makes us happy, we take it for granted because that is what we wanted. When some action fails and makes us sad, it sticks out like a sore thumb in our memory and we think of it more often. For the actions that made us happy, it is not that we forget it, but it hides behind a veil in our memory and we search a little for those memories. It is not very often that people ask you if you are happy. They ask you if you are feeling down or sad when they feel like it. When someone asks you if you are happy over a given period of time, it seems to dredge up thoughts. The quality and emotions of the thought seems to rely on our most recent memory. If sadness or doubts are the most recent memory, we tend towards a depressive state or self doubting or self-loathing and/or sympathetic state. If happiness is the most recent memory, we never seem to care anymore about it. We just move on without mulling over anything. Happiness seems to be one of the most highly rated/highly wanted emotion in this world and in spite of that, it is also the one thing that is taken for granted the most.
If we do take it for granted, by what measure do we say that we are happy. If its the most wanted thing in life, we certainly must have a measure to tell if we are happy or not. Would that measure be something material like money or clothes or food? or would that measure be more abstract in terms of friends, philosophy, satisfaction? I certainly do not think so nor have I been able to point out my measure of happiness in those terms. They just seem to be factors by which others think we are happy. The inherent happiness or sadness in each of these factors is only known to us. The way we weigh happiness today seems to be by accomplishments and big ones at that. Everyday accomplishments take the side bench on our trip to accomplish the greater things and what happiness we should feel for the smaller accomplishments of the everyday routine life have evaporated into nothingness because we do not give it the thought it deserves.
In absolute contrast to enjoying every small thing in life, if we go down to the level of enjoying mundane things, the special nature of the big accomplishments are lost. Either way, whether we smile for routine matters or for bigger surprises, we do not seem to know a measure of happiness, nor do we care to measure a singular important entity like happiness. This seems to be a paradox from where I view it and would definitely seem to be a better situation if people could objectively talk about an emotion like happiness. I wish I could point out a measure of happiness that would seem to fit all considerations. But,happiness being such an abstract thought would depend so much on individual perspectives.
If there is no measure for happiness, we would not know where to stop in its pursuit. Each small thing that seemingly would make us happy would only increase the necessity for further things in life. This would precipitate as a huge race and the final marker indicating happiness/victory would never arrive. We essentially would be where we are currently- in pursuit of material and metaphysical milestones with the hope that they would lead to happiness. When we reach one milestone, the road stretches further and we do not know if we want to stop our journey or continue. We do not know if we want to see further nor do we know if we are happy with the milestone reached. The only real search in life is for happiness and the target is invisible. If the journey is happiness, then the journey is never-ending.
The question now is should I feel happy for having written the blog? or should I feel sad for not having found an answer yet?
If we do take it for granted, by what measure do we say that we are happy. If its the most wanted thing in life, we certainly must have a measure to tell if we are happy or not. Would that measure be something material like money or clothes or food? or would that measure be more abstract in terms of friends, philosophy, satisfaction? I certainly do not think so nor have I been able to point out my measure of happiness in those terms. They just seem to be factors by which others think we are happy. The inherent happiness or sadness in each of these factors is only known to us. The way we weigh happiness today seems to be by accomplishments and big ones at that. Everyday accomplishments take the side bench on our trip to accomplish the greater things and what happiness we should feel for the smaller accomplishments of the everyday routine life have evaporated into nothingness because we do not give it the thought it deserves.
In absolute contrast to enjoying every small thing in life, if we go down to the level of enjoying mundane things, the special nature of the big accomplishments are lost. Either way, whether we smile for routine matters or for bigger surprises, we do not seem to know a measure of happiness, nor do we care to measure a singular important entity like happiness. This seems to be a paradox from where I view it and would definitely seem to be a better situation if people could objectively talk about an emotion like happiness. I wish I could point out a measure of happiness that would seem to fit all considerations. But,happiness being such an abstract thought would depend so much on individual perspectives.
If there is no measure for happiness, we would not know where to stop in its pursuit. Each small thing that seemingly would make us happy would only increase the necessity for further things in life. This would precipitate as a huge race and the final marker indicating happiness/victory would never arrive. We essentially would be where we are currently- in pursuit of material and metaphysical milestones with the hope that they would lead to happiness. When we reach one milestone, the road stretches further and we do not know if we want to stop our journey or continue. We do not know if we want to see further nor do we know if we are happy with the milestone reached. The only real search in life is for happiness and the target is invisible. If the journey is happiness, then the journey is never-ending.
The question now is should I feel happy for having written the blog? or should I feel sad for not having found an answer yet?
