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Happiness. I’ve done a little research, and it has been a little, which is why the posts here have been a little lightweight recently.
I suppose that to describe happiness will be a subjective thing, that is to say its experienced differently by each one of us so this is a personal view. So lets start at the beginning. Now this is going to read like pretentious twaddle but it made me chuckle.
There is an island, a very beautiful island. On the island there is a cave quite near the shore. In the cave it is dark and warm and, all things considered, a really pleasant place to be. Sometimes it is very wet in the cave and other times its merely damp. Like the shore outside the cave gets wet and then dries out a little. There is no one in the cave.
At the back of the cave there is a small hole and as if by magic a small ball pops out this hole just as the cave starts to get wet. This happens just about every time the cave gets wet. And every time the cave gets too wet the little ball is washed out of the cave, down a small stream onto the beach where is swept away never to be seen again. Once the ball has gone the cave begins to dry up.
Now and again there is a storm out at sea and waves crash onto the beach. Sometimes waves reach the cave and sea water gets in. When this happens any creatures in the sea water are washed into the cave. Normally these tiny eel like creatures find their way out of the cave or die in there; their bodies absorbed by the processes of nature.
Once in a while there is a storm outside the cave which happens when the small ball is sitting in the cave. When this happens and a wave enters the cave carrying the eel like creatures a strange thing happens. The creatures try to eat the ball even though it is much bigger than they are. While the tiny eels are biting at the outer shell of the ball it can happen that one of the eels bites through and swims inside the ball and then a really odd thing happens the ball goes hard and no other eels can bite through the skin of the ball.
The eel inside the ball is very comfortable and he stays there quite still and happy. Outside the ball the cave gets wetter but the ball doesn’t get washed away. Its as if the cave wants the ball to stay. The eels that didn’t get into the ball die and are absorbed as before. The little hard ball is washed to the wall of the cave a lodges there.
The ball stays in the cave stuck to the cave wall for a long time. And quite suddenly someone realises that they are in the cave. It is nice and warm in there and comfortable. They can hear what’s going on outside the cave but they don’t understand any of the sounds apart from one particular sound that seems to be there most of the time. It’s a pleasant sound. The person doesn’t understand the noise but it is not afraid of that sound.
Now the person is still a little person and, as little persons do, it grows. Over time the little person gets bigger and bigger. In what seems like no time at all the little person knows that it can reach all of the cave walls and is happy to reach out and touch those walls. Eventually the person is so big that there is not enough room in the cave and the person can feel the walls of the cave very easily. One day there is a storm a storm bigger than any the cave has seen for a long time. There have been smaller storms but sea water has not reached the cave and there have been no more eels. This great storm makes the whole cave shudder and the walls of the cave close around the person who begins to be worried. The noise gets louder and the sound the person knows so well sounds different and is disturbing making the person in the cave sadder.
Very soon the person in the cave feels uncomfortable as the cave walls close in more and more. The person doesn’t understand what is happening and is now afraid. The wall of the cave stretches and opens over the top of the person’s head the person feels cold for the first time. Events speed up and soon the person is being squeezed out of the cave mouth and into bright lights and cold air. There is lots of noise and a stabbing pain makes the person scream. The person could not be more confused, terrified or unhappy.
Now that childlike story which I’ve just made up after some very interesting reading is just my way of describing how it begins, how we have no choice about being here. And that is how unhappiness begins; as we are born in trauma not knowing what we are. The unhappiness following birth is temporary, we get over it. From that point in time we are all on a journey that has the potential to be both happy and unhappy in unequal measures. Circumstances can go from good to great or bad to worse. It all starts with childhood.
This is beginning to sound like psychology – I hate psychology.
And now some rock with a capital R. This is so full of cliches its fun. Stay happy.