Everything is at once so simple and so complicated! It's simple because all it takes is a change of attitude: I'm not going to look for happiness anymore. From now on, I'm independent; I see life through my eyes and not through other people's. I'm going in search of the adventure of being alive.
And it's complicated: Why am I not looking for a happiness when everyone has taught me that happiness is the only goal worth pursuing? Why am I going to risk taking a path that no one else is taking?
After all, what is happiness?
Love, they tell me. But love doesn't bring and never has brought happiness. On the contrary, it's a constant state of anxiety a battlefield; it's sleepless nights, asking ourselves all the times if we're doing the right thing. Real love is composed of ecstasy and agony.
All right then, peace. Peace? If we look at the Mother, she's never at peace. The winter does battle with the summer, the sun and the moon never meet, the tiger chases the man, who's afraid of the dog, who chases the cat, who chases the mouse, who frightens the man.
Money brings happiness. Fine. In that case, everyone who earns enough to have a high standard of living would be able to stop working. But then they're more troubled than ever, as if they were afraid of losing everything. Money attracts money, that's true. Poverty might bring unhappiness, but money won't necessarily bring happiness.
I spent a lot of my life looking for happiness; now what I want is joy. Joy is like sex-- it begins and ends. I want pleasure. I want to be contented, but happiness? I no longer fall into that trap.
When I'm with a group of people and I want to provoke them by asking that most important of all questions-- Are you happy? --they all reply: "Yes, I am."
Then I ask: "But don't you want more? Don't you want to keep on growing?" And they all reply: "Of course."
Then I say: "So you're not happy." And they change the subject.
i didn't write this, though i wish i did. Mr. Paolo Cohelo is a genius in my book.
when i read this, it immediately reminded me of my good friend who once said, "i don't know if i can pinpoint many times in my life when i was really, truly happy."
at the time, his statement made me sad. because who wouldn't want their friends and loved ones to be happy...always?
but here's the truth: we can't be happy all the time. even if i could, i wouldn't want to be. what is life if not a roller coaster of all the good and the bad? the sad times contrasted with happiness is what makes life worth living. we literally wouldn't have anything associated with the word "happy" if we did not also have the opposing word, "sad," to compare it to.
it....HAPPINESS... is this big, idyllic word, and the definition is different for everyone, and it is an element constant and fleeting at the same time.
finding what makes our hearts beat faster; pursuing our ultimate desire, whether that be a career or a state of mind...i believe that will bring happiness. living true to yourself and being honest with others while you experience the life you create....that is happiness.
it is not a goal, it is a biproduct, forged when we love who we are and what we do.
the beauty of the little things in life, because little things are all life really is.
it can be anything. it can be everything, if you let it be.