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This is a question that has not bothered me for a long time, precisely because I don’t know how to answer it.
Some people seem to be happy: they just do not think about it. Others
make plans: “I’m going to have a husband, a home, two children, and a
house in the country”. While this keeps them occupied, they are like
bulls looking for the bullfighter: they don’t think, they just keep
moving forward. They manage to get their car – sometimes even a Ferrari –
and they think that the meaning of life lies there, so they never ask
the question. Yet, despite all that, their eyes betray a sadness that
they themselves are quite unaware of.
I don’t know if everyone is unhappy. I do know that people are always
busy: working overtime, looking after the kids, the husband, the
career, the university degree, what to do tomorrow, what they need to
buy, whatever it is they need to have in order not to feel inferior, and
so on.
Few people have ever told me: “I’m unhappy”. Most say: “I’m fine, I’ve managed to get all I ever wanted”.
So then I ask: “What makes you happy?”
They answer: “I have everything that a person can dream of – a family, a home, work, good health”.
I insist: “So the meaning of life is work, the family, children who
grow up and leave you, a wife or husband who will become more like a
friend than a true love-mate. And one day the work will come to an end.
What will you do when that happens?”
They answer: there is no answer. They change the subject.
