Enmeshed in a world full of riddling opposites, we toil till we get tired in order to plot and plan for a painless panoramic image, where we think of fixing and framing our lives. Pleasure and pain, happiness and sorrow, profit and loss, victory and defeat, success and failure…one end of each pair is followed by another end that is capable of sinking one’s concept of happiness. Take a look, both the sides are not very different. How?
It’s because one of the two sets can’t exist without the other. We think something as pleasurable that the absence of other becomes what we think is painful. We just believe the world too much when it tells us we’ve lost, again we believe it when it says we’ve won. Do you see how it works? You can’t avoid the bad side of the equation, as rejecting the bad means denial of the good too. When we aren’t happy on any good that comes to you without sweating or suffering, that pleasure isn’t much. Similarly when we don’t love something that already exist in our lives, that pain isn’t much. Frankly, neither side ever lasts!
Accepting both the sides with the same sunny outlook could help you get over, but here’s another way of reaching your destination- reject both sides of each pair of opposites! Regardless of whatever you pick, you neither get elated nor depressed. You’re always calm, without any fear about failure, suspicious of victory, no sorrow over the loss of something, no anger at your rejection.’ Just do it’ whether your actions bring you rewards-or the failures- don’t worry. However disagreeable the work is, eventually it becomes your purpose, you will not worry about the results. The work itself will become the reward, and I am sure you will stop looking for the window seat.
This is the capsule for perfect and lasting happiness.
If you can dream—and not make dreams your master;
If you can think—and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with Kings—nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,
And—which is more—you’ll be a Man, my son!
Rudyard Kipling too didn’t think different! Let’s cook happiness…