A couple of weeks ago, one of my very close friends forced me to read Eric Weiner’s Geography of Bliss.
I like exploring the realms of philosophy and psychology but I’ve never really taken an interest in happiness. I’ve always believed that happiness had to come naturally — that thinking about it won’t necessarily make one happier, in fact, it may make one more miserable. So to read a former NPR foreign correspondent embark on a world tour to seek for the happiest (and unhappiest) places was really quite fascinating.
(By the way, I highly recommend this book, if you are seeking for life’s insights with a dash of wit and humour — served light.)
There were a lot gems of insights in the book, which I haven’t fully wrapped my head around yet, so I won’t be writing about them in this entry.
But at a more basic level, it did make me wonder what happiness means to me. And I think Weiner answered it for me when he wrote these words:
Yes, that is precisely what happiness is to me — at least at this point in my life.
Just sitting at a cafe pondering about life with a great book, my laptop, a strong dose of caffeine and jazz playing in the background (or in my MP3 player). Blessed idleness — what I’m feeling now, as I write these words.
So what is happiness to you? Share your thoughts in the comments below.