“Are you happy?”
Someone who loves me asked me this question. It was the only thing she wanted to know.
The answer was no, but I answered “I think I’m getting there.” I wanted to give her the comfort and reassurance she sought, misleading or not. She asked as though it was the most important thing in the context of my life, but it didn’t sit right with me.
Why is the most important thing to you that I’m happy? What if I’m not happy, but I’m kind? Is that not important? What if I’m not happy, but I’m generous? Is that not important? What if I’m not happy, but I am creative and free? Is that not important?
We’re so hard up for happiness, the idea is even being sold to us.
It underlies almost all of our media and advertisements. Evidently we’re so desperate, advertisers think we’re dense enough to think…
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