“Happiness depends upon ourselves” ~ Aristotle
“If you want to be happy, be” ~ Leo Tolstoy
I’d like to say everyone can be happy. But, I don’t think that’s true. Perhaps there is potential for everyone, but in reality, I don’t think happiness can be achieved for everyone. First off, one has to have the ability to retreat to one’s own resources, and not pursue happiness through external stimuli. Avoidance is often mistaken for happiness.
I know so many people, who have countless friends, and parties to go to and boats to sail away on. For the most part, these people and events are fueled by alcohol and drugs. When you’re stoned, everybody has oodles of friends and the illusion of happiness. The actively poor have a tougher time, than those who can can afford the luxury of tuning out for more than 15 minutes a day, hiding from the kids, while you put makeup on in front of the bathroom mirror.
The ability to transcend is essential. The ability to create, to do, to be comfortable within one’s own skin and thoughts, is essential. Singing, dancing, drawing, writing, exercising, getting outside with nature–essential. Sun and light–essential…
With all my heart, in truth, and passion strong,
I love Thee; both in solitude and throng
Thy name’s with me, alone I shall not bide:
My friend art Thou, though others from me glide,
My lamp art too: my light shall never fade,
Nor shall my foot e’er slip, by Thee upstayed.
They little knew who have despised me so,
That shaming me doth cause my pride to glow.
O Fountain of my life, I’ll bless Thee aye,
And sing Thy praises, O my song, alway!
…Whoever said money can’t buy you happiness, either has no money, or they’re just lying so you won’t try to get money–at least enough to afford enough breathing room to get happy. Virginia Woolf said in A Room of One’s Own, “One cannot think well, love well, sleep well, if one has not dined well.” This was about having money as well as opportunity, not just for some, but for everyone. She further states, women need a room of one’s own and enough money to support this. This goes for everyone.
Money might not buy happiness–directly. But, indirectly, yes of course! Money buys happiness. Money bought me a small rubber raft, to float on the beach, diagonally across from my house–the sun on my face, the waves lapping at my feet hanging over the side. Money bought The Complete Works of Montaigne–I’m delirious with happiness. Money bought my dogs, without which life wouldn’t be happy. Money buys happiness and love.
“And what you can’t have now, leave in your will” ~Mace