Our parents’ generation had no time to pursue happiness. They were too busy saving the world.
But the blood, sweat and tears sacrificed by “the greatest generation” in saving the world wound up making them happy, too.
Their offspring — a generation that has bled less blood, perspired less perspiration and shed fewer tears than any generation in history — perceive “happiness” differently. They see happiness not as the incidental effect of a life lived well. For them, it’s the whole purpose of life.
“Happiness” is all we want. Our parents became happy by being great. We, in contrast, think we can become great by being happy.
We don’t exactly know how to achieve our happy goal, but we think we know how not to. “Happy life,” we happily theorize, must be the opposite of “hard work.”
So are we happy yet? Continue reading