Over on comment is free, Khalid Mir – one of the most intelligent writers there, has put together something on the meaning of happiness. Taking that a step further for a lazy Friday afternoon, here are my views on happiness, presented as dialogue from the film Fight Club.
You buy furniture. You tell yourself, this is the last sofa I will ever need in my life. Buy the sofa, then for a couple years you’re satisfied that no matter what goes wrong, at least you’ve got your sofa issue handled. Then the right set of dishes. Then the perfect bed. The drapes. The rug. Then you’re trapped in your lovely nest, and the things you used to own, now they own you.
You’re not your job. You’re not how much money you have in the bank. You’re not the car you drive. You’re not the contents of your wallet. You’re not your fucking khakis. You’re the all-singing, all-dancing crap of the world.
I say never be complete. I say stop being perfect. I say let’s evolve. Let the chips fall where they may.
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