In high school, I was a bit of a nerd. Okay, probably an understatement, but I like to try and salvage my dignity every now and then. English happened to be my favorite classes, but I won't bore all two of you who read this with excessive intellectual nonsense (plus, that would take effort and I'm a low effort kind of kid). Moving on.
On of my favorite books is Brave New World by Aldous Huxley. It's a classic, a little controversial, and definately a paradigm challenger - all the qualities I need in a novel.
Lately, I've been pondering happiness and success. Or, better put - what really matters in life.
Huxley writes:
"Actual happiness always looks pretty squalid in comparison with the over-compensations for misery. And, of course, stability isn't nearly so spectacular as instability. And being contented has none of the glamour of a good fight against misfortune, none of the picturesqueness of a good struggle with temptation, or a fatal overthrow by passion or doubt. Happiness is never grand."
Happiness is never grand.
So then, my question is, what does happiness look like? Your turn to ponder.
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