I'm sharing the article here because I haven't been able to write much over the past two weeks because of construction work on Holy Nativity (we moved the iconostasis back several feet to make more room in the nave). As we move into June and July I will be traveling, so it looks like blog postings will be sparse for a while. But I will try to put something up at least once a week—even if it is only an edgy, death-to-the-world rant like what follows.
Happiness is underrated. Yes, underrated. Most of what passes for happiness now days is either infantile fantasy, whether of the Disney or the Maxim Magazine sort, or, in most cases, what passes as happiness is merely the momentary relief from pain. There is very little happiness out there. Driven by passions to succeed, to win, and to appear to be the best, we seldom are ourselves--if we can even figure out who our real self is. The world shreds us into multiple selves. And we put up with it because of a lie, because of the lie that if I play along nicely my passions will be fulfilled, that if I succeed, I will finally be happy.