The happiest don't read (I don't blame em)
Its seems the happiest of people have a simplicity to life that i have never come close to understanding. Its almost as if the things they don't know or haven't experienced help support this "happiness" or "happy life". My life seems to be filled with more questions than answers, leaving me with uncertainty at every corner with every encounter. I realize that even as i write this the happiest of people are wondering what the fuck am I talking about and for those of you I sincerely recommend not to read further.
The rest of us
I am equally as fearful of being a stubborn self indulged old man clinging to irrelevant quotes and rules written down in books as I am a man who believes very little is either right or wrong and its OK to float through life morphing to the situation at hand. And as I refer to me maturing with a somewhat apprehensive tone it seems that the most simplistic of things are the ingredients to happiness. This thought seems to contradict not only my child hood beliefs that there were formulas, writings, books, people and others that must be explored and this would lead to some sort of a higher understanding. This is beginning to feel further and further from the truth and makes Tony Robbins appear the unhappiest of all. To even attempt to layout rules or outlines to somehow induce happiness seems to be the greatest of sins. It may be possible (and I remain extremely apprehensive as having no interest in sounding like some sort of expert) that happiness has to preclude understanding and information. It seems the unhappy mind intentionally or not uses information as a way to highlight, change, prove, disprove, or something associated with its core view point or location on this "imaginary happiness chart" of sorts. Its hard to build a compass when your lost at sea. It seems like the compass for our minds might have nothing to do with knowledge but more to do with what that knowledge is resting on top of. Discipline and caring for, or loving something more than ourselves are two themes that have continued to ring true.
Excerpts from "Man's Search for Meaning" by Victor Frankl
"To the European, it is a characteristic of the American culture that, again and again, one is commanded and ordered to "be happy." But happiness cannot be pursued; it must ensue. One must have a reason to "be happy." Once the reason is found, however, one becomes happy automatically. As we see, a human being is not one in pursuit of happiness but rather in search of a reason to become happy, last but not least, through actualizing the potential meaning inherent and dormant in a given situation. "
"Once an individuals search for a meaning is successful, it not only renders him happy but also gives him the capability to cope, with suffering. And what happens if one's groping for a meaning has been in vain? This may well result in a fatal condition."
Is it possible that making decisions (discipline) that might not be what our heart desires but protects our minds is a key ingredient? Doesn't it seem those most protective of themselves find themselves in the most rewarding relationships/situations in the future. Its as if we have gold and we want to trade it in for platinum to only end up with neither. Maybe that gold if protected and maintained with discipline and love will turn into a sort of platinum. Or maybe it already is platinum, and our view point or our compass was just off.