April 30, 2021•258 words
Asking how to be happy is like asking how to be awake! When you are awake, you are awake. There is nothing more. The question is an absurd abstraction. Cease asking and you will see!
Imagine you had a dream where throughout you thought, "Why am I asleep? How do I wake up?" And for the whole dream all you do is try to find ways to wake yourself up but of course, nothing works. Then because you're so concerned about being asleep you miss out on the whole dream and when you do eventually wake up, because that's what happens, you think, "Wow, I really hate dreaming!" And now that you hate dreaming you don't really appreciate being awake either. This rabbit hole goes down and down, endlessly, until every second, waking or sleeping, feels like an eternity of despair.
Do you really want to know how to be happy? Be sad! Be sad! Be sad! Be sad! And be glad that you're sad! That is all depression is: misery about misery, forever and ever, until you don't even remember why you're miserable and that makes you sadder still!
But why should you be sad about sadness? Sadness is beautiful! Sadness is truth! As sure as the sun rises and sets! As sure as grass grows! As sure as life and death! You don't need strange, mind-altering potions that make you forget. You don't need an answer to a question that doesn't exist. You need only to be what you are! You got that, you miserable wretch?