| happy brain |
[23 Jun 2009|07:11pm] |
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roommate's playing guitar in the other room |
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Life is pretty good. I can tell it's good because I'm starting to question things. It's unfortunate that the only ways I can tell I'm really happy are usually:
a) I get bored or b) I find major issues to analyze and overanalyze*
*such as the significance/ethics of my line of work or the possibility of letting my mother down
So it's possible I don't quite know how to be happy. When there's nothing causing me distress, I create new problems. Or maybe I'm just the kind of person who needs to keep on growing/learning in some way, even if that manifests itself in roundabout thought processes. Maybe that makes me happy, in a manner of speaking.
Is "happiness" joy? Or is it harmony? Everything in its place including myself? I remember some natural philosophy book I read in college kept calling animals and birds "happy" and I found it so charming and silly at first glance. But after talking to my professor about it, I understood that the meaning of happy is different in philosophy-speak. Birds are happy when they're in their nests because that's where they are meant to be. Wolves are happy when they hunt. I am happy when I'm overanalyzing things because that's the way my mind likes to work.
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