Happiness is an illusion. A figment of our own imagination.
Hence we shouldn’t waste our time thinking about it.
Various sources all over the internet.
Here’s my take on this subject.
The more imaginary a thing is, the easier it is to make it happen.
IF you do it your own way! According to your needs and wishes…
Now that I’ve put behind the easy part…
Like many other natural things, happiness is a gift.
You get a healthy dose of endorphins after a workout, an orgasm after having sex and a moment of happiness after doing something right.
IF you put your heart in it!
In any of the above…
But there’s more to it.
While you can work-out anytime you wish, you need a partner in order to build an orgasm.
Did I hear a chuckle? Thinking about working out a single handed orgasm?
Can you do it without using your imagination? Really?!?
Not only that you need a partner – at least an imaginary one, the intensity and quality of the orgasm vastly depend on the interaction between you and your partner. And on your mind set before, during and after the ‘close encounter’.
Happiness, whatever moments of happiness we’re blessed with from time to time, is the result of a far more complex interaction.
To experience it, you have to be in sync with the universe. Not with yourself or with your partner. With as much of your patch of the universe as possible.
When working, out or in any other way, you’re basically alone.
The quality of your involvement depends basically on you. Irrespective of you working alone or you being part of a team, you ‘come first’.
When making love, you and your partner become one. For a while, your two me-s get close enough to experience synchronicity.
Getting in sync with the universe – doing the right thing, is like making love ‘on steroids’.
There are a couple of catches though.
You need to conserve your me. Your inner self. Not your identity. That, your I, is only the exterior shape of yourself. Constantly rebuilt to match your exterior. What you need to preserve is the inner spectator. The entity constantly watching over your identity. The entity which maintains the coherence of your identity during its constant reshaping. Your inner spine, if you will.
And you must refrain from hunting it. From hunting happiness.
You can build up muscles through training. Hard. If you do it right, you get endorphins.
Because you’ve done it right, not hard. If you do it only hard, you get torn muscles, not endorphins.
Or you could build up muscles by swallowing chemicals. And end up with a ruined liver. While experiencing absolutely no endorphin rush. Because you fucked up. You chased ‘muscles’ and forgot about yourself. About the self ‘inside’ yourself.
You can get ‘relief’ by wanking. But that’s no orgasm…
You’d prefer ‘masturbate’ instead? Would that make any real difference?
Bring the experience any nearer to an orgasm?!?
Same thing with happiness.
If your goal is to be happy, you’re too focused. On your ‘identity’.
Your inner self bestows too much attention on its ‘skin’. On your identity.
And not enough on what’s happening farther away.
That being the reason for you not being able to get in sync with the rest of the world around you. Not being able to do the right thing.
‘Six packs’, orgasms and happiness must come naturally.
As a consequence of things well done.
Otherwise neither are genuine.
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