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Happiness is a false god.
We wish for an entire lifetime filled with happiness, but a life of perpetual happiness is a human impossibility, for happiness is ephemeral, a wisp of smoke in the wind. What makes us happy today will dissatisfy us tomorrow. One simply cannot exist in a state of constant happiness. Most people spend their lives behind a happiness façade… seemingly “happy” marriages that hide private misery, career “happiness” masking a loathing for the work, a generation turned to drugs in pursuit of personal “happiness”. Projecting the illusion of being happy consumes people’s lives. If happiness is not the proper goal for mankind to seek, if one might as well be desirous of living in Shangri La as in happiness, what then should humans pursue? If not happiness, what is attainable? Contentment. Contentment can be constant. Contentment with life is true happiness… Please come see: http://www.lulu.com/harry
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