If we should ask people to direct us to the address of happiness, we would be stuck at the crossroads of confusion, without having a clear direction of how to begin our pursuit of happiness. Some people believe that love is the address at which happiness resides, they see happiness as a secondary emotion that’s buried in the dept of love. So they become emotional miners of love, not for the sake of finding love, but for the sake of mining the happiness, that they believe is buried deep within it. But love often shares the same emotional space with broken hearts, so instead of finding happiness, they find themselves with a heart full of sorrows. Others would point us to the mountain of possession, convince that happiness naturally form at its peak. But while climbing the mountain of possession, we will discover that it’s standing on the earthquake of worries, which disrupts the peace of happiness. While some would point us to the spiritual address of Paradise, but to get there we’ve first crossed the bridge of death before the joy of happiness can feeds our soul. But while they’re pointing us to this spiritual address of happiness, they’re busy redecorating their homes right here on earth, with no plans to visit this biblical Paradise themselves.
If we should ask people to point us to the address of happiness, they would point us away from ourselves, as if the essence of who we’re is not suitable to be the home of happiness. No one has ever experience happiness outside of self, yet we search for the address of happiness within the arms of others, the heavens that lie beyond our eyes, and in riches that we’ve mined from the mud of the earth, everywhere else other than within ourselves. But how can happiness lives within the arms of others that can push us away from its comforting touch at any given moment, or within the uncertainty of heaven which doesn’t allow as a witness, the physical eyes? And how can happiness lives within the paper portrait of Benjamin (money), which has no emotional room available for happiness to reside? Wherever we experience happiness, that is where happiness lives; and where else do we experience happiness other than within? Self is the oasis of happiness, so for us to look to others for our happiness, is like the fish leaving the sea to go in search of water within the desert. The mind is the soil in which the seed of happiness takes root before it blossoms into emotional joy; we cannot feel happiness before we mentally see it. The problem is that the mind is also the soil in which all other emotions take root, so sometimes we water the thoughts of our fears with more attention than we do with the thoughts of our happiness, causing our fears to overshadow the existence of happiness. And because of this, we search for happiness at a foreign address when the address of happiness is within our minds.