05 our pursuit of happiness

Our Pursuit of Happiness

We chase after it, when it is waiting all about us

“Are you happy?” I asked my brother, Lan, one day. “Yes. No. It depends what you mean,” he said.

“Then tell me,” I said, “when was the last time you think you were happy?”

“April 1967,” he said.

It served me right for putting a serious question to someone who has joked his way through life. But Lan’s answer reminded me that when we think about happiness, we usually think of something extraordinary, a pinnacle 1 of sheer delight---and those pinnacles 2 seem to get rarer the older we get.

For a child, happiness has a magical quality. I remember making hide-outs in newly cut hay, playing cops and robbers in the woods, getting a speaking part in the school play. Of course, kids also experience lows, but their delight at such peaks of pleasure as winning a race or getting a new bike is unreserved.

In the teenage years the concept of happiness changes. Suddenly it’s conditional 3 on such things as excitement, love, popularity and whether that zit will clear up before prom night. I can still feel the agony of not being invited to a party that almost everyone else was going to. But I also recall the ecstasy 4 of being plucked from obscurity at another event to dance with a John Travolta look-alike.

In adulthood 5 the things that bring profound joy---birth, love, marriage---also bring responsibility and the risk of loss. Love may not last, * isn’t always good, loved ones die. For adults, happiness is complicated.

My dictionary defines happy as “lucky” or “fortunate”, but I think a better definition of happiness is “the capacity for enjoyment”. The more we can enjoy what we have, the happier we are. It’s easy to overlook the pleasure we get from loving and being loved, the company of friends, the freedom to live where we please, even good health.

You never know where happiness will turn up next. When I asked friends what makes them happy, some mentioned seemingly insignificant 6 moments. “I hate shopping,” one friend said. “But there’s this clerk who always chats and really cheers me up.”

Another friend loves the telephone. “Every time it rings, I know someone is thinking about me.”

I get a thrill from driving. One day I stopped to let a school bus turn onto a side road. The driver grinned and gave me a thumbs-up sign. We were two allies in a world of mad motorists. It made me smile.

We all experience moments like these. Too few of us register them as happiness.

Psychologists tell us that to be happy we need a blend of enjoyable leisure time and satisfying work. I doubt that my great-grandmother, who raised 14 children and took in washing, had much of either. She did have a network of close friends and family, and maybe this is what fulfilled her. If she was happy with what she had, perhaps it was because she didn’t expect life to be very different.

We, on the other hand, with so many choices and such pressure to succeed in every area, have turned happiness into one more thing we “gotta have”. We’re so self-conscious about our “right” to it that it’s making us miserable 7. So we chase it and equate 8 it with wealth and success, without noticing that the people who have those things aren’t necessarily happier.

While happiness may be more complex for us, the solution is the same as ever. Happiness isn’t about what happens to us---it’s about how we perceive what happens to us. It’s the knack 9 of finding a positive for every negative, and viewing a setback 10 as a challenge. It’s not wishing for what we don’t have, but enjoying what we do possess.