So it would appear…
“You think about stuff too much. Thinking is not good for you. You’ll end up unhappy with your lot.”
Are stupid people happier than smart ones? And are there ranges of happiness and contentment that apply to those, regardless of the intellectual lot, who actually think or don’t think?
I am probably talking about existentialism here, there, and everywhere, but this state of happiness is, will, and will always be a mute point with me. The truth of it is that I do not have a clue what HAPPINESS really is.
I was brought up with all this stuff about finding oneself, finding peace of mind, and finding some way of being satisfied with life.
Everybody was on a quest. I searched day after day for four-leaf clovers in the hope that they would help me to find that pot of gold which was needed to bring about this blessed…
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