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The defect in happiness is that it fleets, leaks, and seeps.
Like a bucket with a gun hole at its bottom, the happy liquid escapes, however slowly (or quickly), to ultimately leave one hollow with an empty pail that is ready for the next filling.
While to think so would be to think beyond the text, we cannot but wonder. We also cannot deny that we see happiness only when the story ends. We know not how long it lasts for. The “ever after” is meant to be a final resting place for the story so that these questions need not be asked. But still, would we believe it until we see it? Have we ever seen happiness last for an ever after? Our best approximation of this is in divinity and the realms of theology that exist beyond our mortal realms where happiness is eternal for those whose souls are blessed. Aka: Heaven.
They say expectation is the root of all heartache. That is, if one has no expectations then one will never be disappointed. That is true. But to have no expectations runs the risk of not aspiring for happiness. With no expectations you will succeed in never being disappointed, but won’t you also risk succeeding in never relishing in the joy of anticipated happiness? Think about love here. Love is a risk. The irony of love is that it proclaims to be absolute and ever lasting, but is it? We’ve seen time and time again how “love”, the eternal binding cord that ties two lovers together,
can come loose. And yet, knowing this, we still love. Why? Because the risk of happiness is worth it. The risk of happiness is that by having it you also expose yourself to the debilitating possibility of losing it and then missing it. Expectations might be the root of all heartaches, but you expect from lovers with faith that they will spare you from those heartbreaks. For if not, then what else?
So if your bucket of happiness is at its last drop, remember, you still have a bucket. It only needs its next filling. In this world, it will not be forever empty and neither will it be forever full. We carry that bucket with us, and how fast we want to fill it up again is all in our hands. Would you say so? Adieu.