Thursday, June 02, 2005

The Cynics Finish Last

Why are we so afraid of happiness that we oftentime "unconsciously" avoid it or push it back in when it attempts to surface? It's seen as this romantic yet, in reality, unattainable goal that we should strive for. Tthough why you ask if we do see it as so unattainable? To give (false) meaning to our lives? Or is it that little glimmer of hope that doggedly remains somewhere deep inside us persisting that one day, somehow, happiness will miraculously descend on us? When it actually is, all the time, within our grasp or better yet, inside us, ready and waiting for recognition!

"Through the whole of his life he pursues the idea of a certain artificial and elegant repose which he may never arrive at, for which he sacrifices a real tranquillity that is at all times in his power, and which, if in the extremity of old age he should at last attain to it, he will find to be in no respect preferable to that humble security and contentment which he had abandoned for it. It is then, in the last dregs of life, his body wasted with toil and disease, his mind galled and ruffled by the memory of a thousand injuries and disappointments which he imagines he has met with from the injustice of his enemies, or from the perfidy and ingratitude of his friends, that he begins at last to find that wealth and greatness are mere trinkets of frivolous utility, no more adapted for procuring ease of body or tranquillity of mind, than the tweezer-cases of the lover of toys."
—Adam Smith