I'm happy... Who are you???

If it's one thing that I know I have always admitted, is the fact that I am egocentric. Though I tend to be less nowadays than in the past, still, I am. But the other day, it dawned on me: I'm not the only one (as one might expect)... but not only that; it seems that we all are; it just depends on the extent on which we are egocentric. "No surprises 'till here" I was thinking... but then, it came: as history shows (and as I have also seen on some occasions), it seems that people tend to be more egocentric when they found happiness...


Indeed, this cliché that is happiness (due to over usage) seems to be less than perfect, if you look upon it from the right angle. So... we live our lives to achieve happiness. OK, but what then? As some people do, they find happiness. It would seem logic for them to share it, considering the fact that it is known that not only they are living for achieving this feeling. But they DON'T... Or, if they do, they do it in their last living moments, and this, in my opinion, is not altruism, but rather, guilt. Guilt for they have enjoyed it alone for so much (or maybe not that much) time. Even then, they don't do it for the sake of others, but just to add a seemingly altruistic (good) deed to their "CV" with which they present themselves in front of God at the Judgment... an egoistic act in itself.

I met a nice guy some days ago. He indeed had found happiness… in drugs. After a few years he realized that it wasn’t happiness anymore, he put himself into a rehab center, healed, and now is just using them for fun (while again searching for his happiness). The nice conversation we had started when I asked him when he started sharing “his happiness” with others… The obvious response was: “When it was not happiness anymore!” “And before?” “I couldn’t share anything before as I was to much in love with it” I thanked him for bringing me back to reality with his example, because, although I was thinking about this issue for quite some time, I was always saying to myself that it is only my imagination and that the world is better than I might judge it… Now, I don’t like to judge, but I bow my head in the face of hard evidence.

Food for thought: Why do we ask perfection of others, but get scared when we think that WE could be (at least) better?