happy brain

Wed, 24 Jun 2009 02:21:00 GMT

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.

It's not missing (it's just hidden away).

Mon, 04 Apr 2005 16:07:33 GMT

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I think.

Think about it.

happy brain

It's not missing (it's just hidden away).