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Happiness ain't the purpose of Life

Happiness is pursued as the purpose of life. I can't imagine myself to be happy all the time. I must do my morning ablutions, shave, bath, and do many other routine things necessary to survive and live in this world. All these don't bring me happiness. Nor do I know what I am when I am asleep. Not having a proper sleep makes me grumpy but a good sleep doesn't make me happy. Nor does a rich and tasty meal because I know it makes me unhealthy.

The purpose of life is to live. I didn't choose to come here. I was brought in. I need to do multiple routine activities to be able to carry on living. I need to work to be able to earn my livelihood and my luxuries. Be happy with what you do rather than do what brings you happiness is pure bullshit.

The purpose of life is to live. Live through the small joys that pervade our childhood. The innocence of zero responsibility. The fear of teachers and parents. The yearning for toys and snacking. The confusion this is abound during adolescence. The bitterness about lack of fairness and of having to follow rules set by society and parents. The rush of hormones as we grow into youth. The need for romantic liaisons. Love possibly. Then the responsibility of job and career. The need of it. Probably marriage and myriad responsibilities of being a parent.

The purpose of life is to live. Live everyday which brings many moments of frustration, fun, anger, tiredness, boredom, needy emotions. A lot of them. I can't be aiming for happiness as the one emotion. It is belying our entire lives. Life is supposed to be lived in its million moments that it throws at us and that we create for ourselves.

I would be lying if I said holidays bring nothing but happiness. There is fatigue at the end of a long Holiday. Anyone who has gone on a long holiday can relate to this. Nor was I ever aiming for happiness when I planned holidays. I was looking for newness, the sheer experience of travel, trying out new cuisine, different beers, knowing everyday lives of people who live miles away from where I live.

The purpose of life is to live. It also means going through the trauma of my mother no longer being around.

Let's stop beguiling ourselves into believing that we all seek happiness all the time. This narrow definition of purpose of life takes away the richness, colour, different textures, the roller-coaster of emotions that we go through and we must go through in our journey to death.

Happiness is ephemeral. What is enduring is life in its diversity.

This post first appeared on Observations At ISB And On Life | Itheabsolute, please read the originial post: here

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