Contemporary Love

We are going to be dead for a very long time.

So, the best we can do is to try to live as well as possible. Blah, blah, blah... And I wish it was as easy to do, as it is to write. Two words appear to me: happiness and choice. It seems to me that even good choices don't always mean happiness or, at least, don't guarantee a total happiness, and so we start wondering about our choices. If our lives are the result of our choices, and if the goal of our choices is happiness, when we start to wonder about our choices, we will arrive to the ultimate question: Am I happy? Am I happy about this or that?

But what is happiness after all? What defines happiness? Is it an independent concept? Some kind of "a priori" thing? Or is it more a matter of hormonal balance? If so, I guess we could call that an "a priori" thing too. Anyway, what constitutes our idea of a happy life? Is it what we eat through TV and magazines joined to our hormonal balance? If we have enough endorphins we can accept the fact that everybody has more privileges than us, but if we don't produce enough endorphins, we can't take it and probably the world sends us to take a Prozac? And if we thought about the ones that have much less than us (like orphans or lonely old people)? Probably we would need a bigger dose of Prozac...

So, do we take the Prozac ( we always have joints as an alternative and it's more fashionable) to accept in a cool way what we don't like or what seems unfair to us? Or do we change our choices? But what choices? To be like J.Lo? To be only fairly treated? Or to help the ones that need? Anyway, the question remains.

Well, if you want to be a J.Lo like the image you see in magazines, good luck. You will probably really need the Prozac to help you to understand that happiness is something more simple, and complex, than a magazine image surrounded by diamonds.

If you just want to be fairly treated (fairly loved and respected), and if you want the same for the entire world but you feel that something is missing, my advice is: don't take the Prozac. See if there is something you can do. And if there is something you can change, change it. Hit the road. Anyway, I don't sympathize with drugs.

Is this easy? And what if by changing we are making the wrong choice, because, after all, the world is not perfect and we cannot be smiling everyday, and what if our previous choices were, after all, good choices? Well, well, well, back to the beginning. I guess if there was a formula for healthy choices it would be nicer, right? But I guess we have to experiment...

In the end, I believe that healthy people always know when to change, when they can do more for themselves and for the world. Be one, or take their example. But then we should ask: who are healthy people? The ones that smile more than others? Could be only Prozac (or the oldest medicine of survival: cynicism)... Well, I guess instinct answers.

Probably, in the end, I can even believe that happiness can be more than a result of our choices... Is that so? But, isn't happiness a human concept to summarize a superficial and concrete way of being? Why superficial? Did I imply by "superficial" that there is more behind it? A place far away from our five senses, where we simply exist? Do we exist behind our body? Could happiness exist there? Or is it just a product of our five sense hunter existence? Did we create math or did it exist before we created the word?

Well, it's too late. I have to go. Remember one thing. I am not asking you these questions. I am asking myself.

I have to go next to my Adverb, something I don't want to change.

See you.