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Throughout history happiness has been a central and controversial topic,
as it embraces our entire being that forever aspires to it in numerous
and often contradictory ways. After a quarter century of relentless
investigation, here is what I have to say about it.

happiness, fulfillment, fate, positive, misfortune, serenity, acceptance,
wisdom, truth, joy, dignity

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Having said this, even this sort of happiness is a product of positive
thinking and positive action, with good fortune lending a helping hand.
In short, it is a product of will in relatively favorable circumstances.
But isn't it peculiar to imply that happiness can be of one sort or
another? Are there not simply happiness and unhappiness? I think not.
The sort of happiness that the sage talks about is compatible with
misfortune. It is preeminently a doing from within – while without, the
only prerequisite for it is that the sage be alive and capable of
thought. It is a feeling of serenity, of being at peace with his
situation and his conscience, as a well-adjusted and fully committed
servant of life, of humanity, of God as he sees them.

However conscious he is of the subjectiveness – i.e., the individual
limitations and hence the imperfection – of his view, he does live by it
with utmost faithfulness, if also with a willingness to reevaluate it
critically when he catches himself out in a misstep. His wisdom is
forever a work in progress; it is always laced with some form of
foolishness, which leaves him open to ridicule. Humility and compassion,
plus humor are therefore qualities that he cultivates. He mocks and
forgives himself, and above all strives to improve. He shows no
complacency, but an acceptance of his humanness that he is intent on
bringing to the highest possible degree of truth and nobility. And this
delicate blend of resignation and struggle alone – in any situation,
favorable or not – is indeed the secret of his happiness, which
admittedly is a dry manner of joy that fills the mind rather than the

It follows that this happiness leaves something to be desired: happiness
in the fullest sense of the word (a state of fulfillment, when everything
is going our way, in terms of results as well as efforts), which is a
joy, ever so sweet, that fills both the mind and the heart. When the sage
experiences this supreme happiness, he rightly feels blessed, and knows
how precarious it is. Furthermore, he accepts this precariousness, or the
fact that suffering and ultimately death loom ahead. Only battles are won
in the war of life that will inevitably – despite every valiant effort to
prevail – end in defeat.

Some will say that happiness in its so-called fullest sense leaves
something more to be desired: the power to make this happiness infinite:
immeasurably great and unlimited in duration. Among them, some will
choose the path of faith, which allegedly leads to a heavenly afterlife,
whereas some will choose the path of reason, which admits of no rosy
belief based on wishful thinking and unbridled trust. This path leads
nowhere as far as the beyond is concerned, or rather somewhere that is
unknown – presumably so different from what is known that it totally
exceeds our ability to conceive of its nature.

I count among these proponents of reason, these infidels, to whom the
only source of meaning is not a paradisiacal destination, whose existence
is supported by no credible evidence, but the journey itself, a rugged
and uphill journey to be sure, with an abundance of twists and turns,
some of which are propitious, others not. This journey is well worth the
trouble, in my opinion. It is so independently of the above-mentioned
destination, which people are free to pursue blindly or regard with
skepticism (and with detachment to boot, in the best case scenario). It
is all about the dignity of living and loving and the pleasure of
succeeding in these difficult assignments. From this perspective, the
purpose of life is none other than life itself, in partnership with our
fellow creatures; and happiness is made possible – within certain limits
– by our striving to achieve this worthy, albeit humble purpose.

The limits imposed upon worldly happiness may initially stick in our
craw, but after due consideration, as we realize that life without these
limits would be death, we accept them, and better still we welcome them.
Life is by definition a dynamic state that presupposes a perpetual
tension between desires and their satisfaction. Render this satisfaction
absolute, you resolve this tension and consequently reduce life to
nothing; i.e., something as inert as a stone. And this nothing – this
inert something – is death, as I just pointed out. Not a brilliant
prospect in the eyes of a life lover!