Happiness
I’ve been thinking a lot about happiness and what it
means and why I want it and why every one else wants it.
I came to the conclusion that, ultimately, I don’t want it.
Happiness is a side trip in life. It is a
reward for serving the central consciousness in any way at all.
It’s nice to be happy. Happiness is something that I want only
when I am serving no purpose, or if being happy is part of my
purpose. If doing something made you happy, you were supposed to
do it.
Endorphins are fun
Simplicity is the key to happiness and I don’t want
simplicity. Maybe other people do, but I don’t think that we were
created so complex just to live simple lives. If you live like a
child and have no shame or dignity or knowledge of the world or
universe, then you will be happy. This is no good at all for
me. I have dignity and shame and knowledge. I don’t need or
want to lose any of them.
People gain happiness from doing good things and
from doing bad things. Some one might raise a kid to be a great
contributor to society and become happy because of it. Some one
could destroy something important to society and gain happiness from
that. If happiness can come from something good or bad, then how
can it be good or bad?
Too many people think that happiness is the ultimate
end in life. It’s insanely more probable that destiny or the gain
of experience is more important, although happiness could be part of
either one.