However, even this kind of happiness is a product of positive thinking and positive action, with good fortune lending a helping hand. In short, it is a product of the will in relatively favorable terms. But is it not proper to suggest that happiness can not be of one sort or another? Are there not simply happiness and unhappiness? I think not. The kind of happiness as Sage talks about is compatible with misfortune. It is above all a doing from within - while not the only prerequisite is that the sage be alive and able to think. It is a feeling of serenity, of being at peace with his situation and his conscience as well-adjusted and fully committed servant of life, humanity, God, as he sees them.
However he is aware of the subjectivity - namely, the individual limits and therefore imperfections - from his point of view, he saw through it with greater fidelity, so also with the desire to re-evaluate critically, when he will take a misstep. His wisdom is still a work in progress, it is always laced with some form of stupidity, which leaves him open to ridicule. Humility and compassion, more humor are qualities that he cultivates. He mocks and forgives himself, and especially seeks to improve. He shows no complacency, but an acceptance of his humanity that he intends to bring the highest possible degree of truth and nobility. And this delicate blend of resignation and struggle alone - in any situation, favorable or otherwise - is indeed the secret of his happiness, which is certainly a dry manner of joy that fills the mind rather than the heart.
It follows that this happiness leaves something to be desired: happiness in the fullest sense of the word (a state of fulfillment, when everything goes our way, in terms of results and efforts), which is a joy, always so sweet, that fills both the mind and heart. When the sage experiences this supreme happiness, he feels justly praised, and who knows how precarious it is. In addition, he accepts this precariousness, or the fact that suffering and ultimately death loom ahead. Only battles are won in the war of life that will inevitably - despite the valiant efforts to win - to end in defeat.
Some say that happiness in its so-called full sense leaves something more to be desired: the power to do this happiness infinite infinitely large and unlimited in duration. Among them, some choose the path of faith, which led to a heavenly beyond, while some choose the path of reason, which admits of no rosy belief based on wishful thinking and unbridled trust. This path leads nowhere as far as the afterlife is concerned, or rather somewhere that is unknown - probably so different from what is known as this is beyond our ability to fully develop his nature.
I count among these proponents of reason, these infidels, to whom the only source of meaning is not a heavenly destination, whose existence is supported by any credible evidence, but the journey itself, a hilly course and climbing course with plenty of twists, some favorable, others not. This trip is worthwhile, in my opinion. It is so regardless of the destination mentioned that people are free to pursue blindly or regard with skepticism (and with the heel of detachment in the best case). It is all about the dignity of life and love and pleasure of the success of these difficult missions. In this perspective, the purpose of life is nothing but life itself, in partnership with our neighbors, and happiness is possible - within limits - by our effort to achieve this worthy goal, though humble goal.
Limitations worldly happiness May initially stick in our craw, but after careful reflection, we realize that life without these limits would be death, we accept them, and better yet we salute them. Life is by definition a dynamic state that presupposes a perpetual tension between desires and satisfaction. Make this satisfaction absolute, you resolve this tension and thus reduce life to nothing, ie, something inert like a stone. And this nothing - this inert something - is death, as I just mentioned. Not a bright prospect in the eyes of a lover of life!
However he is aware of the subjectivity - namely, the individual limits and therefore imperfections - from his point of view, he saw through it with greater fidelity, so also with the desire to re-evaluate critically, when he will take a misstep. His wisdom is still a work in progress, it is always laced with some form of stupidity, which leaves him open to ridicule. Humility and compassion, more humor are qualities that he cultivates. He mocks and forgives himself, and especially seeks to improve. He shows no complacency, but an acceptance of his humanity that he intends to bring the highest possible degree of truth and nobility. And this delicate blend of resignation and struggle alone - in any situation, favorable or otherwise - is indeed the secret of his happiness, which is certainly a dry manner of joy that fills the mind rather than the heart.
It follows that this happiness leaves something to be desired: happiness in the fullest sense of the word (a state of fulfillment, when everything goes our way, in terms of results and efforts), which is a joy, always so sweet, that fills both the mind and heart. When the sage experiences this supreme happiness, he feels justly praised, and who knows how precarious it is. In addition, he accepts this precariousness, or the fact that suffering and ultimately death loom ahead. Only battles are won in the war of life that will inevitably - despite the valiant efforts to win - to end in defeat.
Some say that happiness in its so-called full sense leaves something more to be desired: the power to do this happiness infinite infinitely large and unlimited in duration. Among them, some choose the path of faith, which led to a heavenly beyond, while some choose the path of reason, which admits of no rosy belief based on wishful thinking and unbridled trust. This path leads nowhere as far as the afterlife is concerned, or rather somewhere that is unknown - probably so different from what is known as this is beyond our ability to fully develop his nature.
I count among these proponents of reason, these infidels, to whom the only source of meaning is not a heavenly destination, whose existence is supported by any credible evidence, but the journey itself, a hilly course and climbing course with plenty of twists, some favorable, others not. This trip is worthwhile, in my opinion. It is so regardless of the destination mentioned that people are free to pursue blindly or regard with skepticism (and with the heel of detachment in the best case). It is all about the dignity of life and love and pleasure of the success of these difficult missions. In this perspective, the purpose of life is nothing but life itself, in partnership with our neighbors, and happiness is possible - within limits - by our effort to achieve this worthy goal, though humble goal.
Limitations worldly happiness May initially stick in our craw, but after careful reflection, we realize that life without these limits would be death, we accept them, and better yet we salute them. Life is by definition a dynamic state that presupposes a perpetual tension between desires and satisfaction. Make this satisfaction absolute, you resolve this tension and thus reduce life to nothing, ie, something inert like a stone. And this nothing - this inert something - is death, as I just mentioned. Not a bright prospect in the eyes of a lover of life!
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