January 30, 2015 3:28 PM
About a dozen articles on happiness appeared in my news feed, a couple books on the subject were seen this morning lying un-shelved in a bookstore, and I thought about Dave’s theory that She has no agenda, no explicit purpose for us, and I got thinking about what I overheard in that tiny coffeeshop in Taos a bit back where the barista channelled the Divine and explained the meaning of life: All She wants is for you to be happy.
I don’t know if I believe Dave’s theory, but it’s an interesting exercise, and indeed, it did point out something that has subtly been “directing” me for years: The feeling that I have something to do—something to share with the world.
What if I didn’t? What if that isn’t my “purpose” at all? What if the sole purpose of life is just to be happy?
Which leads to an interesting question:
What ensures happiness?
I’ve got a lot of thoughts on this, but they all boil down to the same thing:
When I’m not feeling happy, it’s because I’m taking the noise in my head too seriously.
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