How do you know that truth won’t bring you down? Have you seen it? What is ultimate truth, which we always pretend to know or want to know? Is it going to get you the elixir? So far, most of the close-to-truth things that surround us don’t seem to be stimulating the neurons in a way that we feel good. If happiness is something brain orders you to seek, how do you know that the evil brain is not duping you again? May be seeking sadness and depression is the way to go, the depressive-truth, as they say, is closer to truth, than the happier truth (please email me for the pdf related to the study).

Whenever we talk about it, it is always projected as if it is the single biggest meaning we are looking to spend our lives for. Is inducing desire satisfaction the only purpose of life? Would you gamble life for happiness? (Please don’t be crazy), What about sadness? You certainly don’t think it is something beautiful—do you? Nobody likes it; as lonely as it is already, never tries to populate (loners know that), but even the loners seem to want to get away from it! Trading off sadness for something called as happiness? — The same happiness that teases us in the sporadic moments throughout the life, and deludes us to the death. That is what we want? –Spare a thought for the sadness that brings us closer, the sadness, which is root of most of the art form present in this world, the thing that gives you company when you are alone, the unconditionally loving sadness that even permits you to call it bygone, the same sadness that allows you to forsake itself.

Thanks to evolution that we are not wired to pursue things that will always make us soma-coma—I am happy mama. And now we name it satisfaction. How can one want to be satisfied in the future, and not be totally in touch with what is happening at present? Sadness is beautiful, it is free of anguish and anger, and I guess people are not able to distinguish between sadness and non-sadness; we mistake happiness for absence of sadness. Oh poor boy—how can you attain something, when you don’t know that something, it is not the clichéd “truth”, you just don’t know it that’s all.

Happiness is separate from pleasure, you would know it if you have won a lottery or you walked into a bar and picked up a beautiful girl/ intelligent guy (assumed for avoiding flare up). So many times we read but fail to capture the logic behind the advice of constructing your life in a way that matches what’s most important to you. It’s eudemonic changes that center our lives on our values that are capable of raising our hedonic set points. And when Indian philosophies always talk about “Happiness always comes from within” –We always shrug them away as some pedantic aphorisms from people who don’t know what we are going through.

So seeking happiness should not be a Holy Grail quest I say. Doing that is as grave a mistake as supposing “skin-deep” beauty to be “beautifulness” and ones age to be factor of how “old” one is, aren’t we very clear on those things at least? When one orients himself/herself around the things that one wants, the process so to say, then, we would be easily able to stare happiness on the face and say, “Fuck you darling, but I don’t want you right now, I am spending some quality time with sadness here, let me see when I can see you”.

One of the biggest problems we face is that happiness is already assumed (by most of us) to be something almighty. We do not know how much happiness we can sink in; do we know that we will not run out of happiness? May be, if our life span would have been 500years, then we would have given sadness a chance to prove itself, even though it means that you are asking air to prove its existence. May be already obsessed human civilization will take this concept to such levels of optimization that we will have a “food-drive” to make us feel that we have eaten plenty, fork some taste sensors inside the body, which will react positively to the food-drive, at the same time, some emotional modules will be inserted into the brain that will give us pleasure equivalent to pleasure experienced while having sex, yeah, it might even become a one-player game. And what will happen to all the problems, you will ask? They will be just confined to ever-expanding space of what is called as “we don’t want”, they will be simply reduced to a garbage-collection activity, something that happens to us inside the sleep all the time.

So if I ask you a simple question—What would you choose? — Something that stays desirable, or something that will never exhaust? You have chosen sadness, because you did not use intuition here, you see, we can never choose happiness using intuition. So, would you want to be as happy as possible? If someone tells you there are places called “orgasmic-ethers”, would you go there? Even if someone tells you that everything will be incomprehensible there? Would you still over-ride your preference for once, and give sadness a chance? Even if one tells you that you are not sad enough to read this? Are you going to get out of the bed tomorrow and say “I am really going to do something that makes me sad today”? I really need to stop writing now, because it gets me closer and closer to you know what, do u still….