March 19, 2015

The Happiness Cure

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Posted by gerardvanderleun at March 19, 2015 12:38 PM
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There is some sweet, sad wisdom.

JWM

Posted by: jwm at March 19, 2015 1:29 PM

instead, I recommend the situation-specific Non-Sob:

"Seth Caddigan and Didactor Rufus Benberry...both transited...'A flaw somewhere along the line', Waylock said hollowly."
"Waylock had another thought. 'I suppose someone has called Caddigan's wife?"...'I'll call if you want me to. I know her slightly.'"
"Basil agreed with relief."
"Waylock called Pladge Caddigan on the screen. She had already been notified of the tragedy, and one of the palliatory physicians had despatched her a packet of anti-grief pills - 'Non Sobs' - of which she had evidently made good use.
Her long face was flushed; her eyes bright; her voice high pitched and agitated."
"Waylock recited the optimistic predictions which in this era took the place of condolences; Pladge told him her plans for an active career, and the call was terminated."

- Jack Vance, TO LIVE FOREVER

Posted by: Haxo Angmark at March 19, 2015 10:04 PM

The sad fact is that without lows there aren't any highs. It's not whatever level you're at, but the transition to that level that you feel.

Posted by: ed in texas at March 20, 2015 4:14 AM

I'll tell you what, anybody who's spent a few decades in the slough of despond, arguing with suicide every day, is pretty damn satisfied to give up those highs for the prospect of staying level for awhile.

If only to catch your breath.

Posted by: Rob De Witt at March 20, 2015 5:44 AM

Any bad days I have now are better than the good days I used to have.
I didn't accomplish that by sitting on the couch whimpering.
Happiness is an Inside Job.

Yesterday, Today, and Tomorrow

There are two days in every week about which we should not worry,
Two days which should be kept free of fear and apprehension.
One of these days is YESTERDAY, With its mistakes and cares,
Its faults and blunders, Its aches and pains.
YESTERDAY has passed forever beyond our control.
All the money in the world cannot bring back YESTERDAY.
We cannot undo a single act we performed; We cannot erase a single word we said.
YESTERDAY is gone.
The other day we should not worry about is TOMORROW
With its possible adversities, its burdens, its larger promise.
TOMORROW is also beyond our immediate control.
TOMORROW, the sun will rise, Either in splendor or behind a mask of clouds,
But it will rise.
Until it does, we have no stake in TOMORROW For it is as yet unborn.
This leaves only one day - TODAY.
Any man can fight the battles of just one day.
It is only when you and I add the burdens of those two awful eternities
- YESTERDAY and TOMORROW - That we break down.
It is not the experience of TODAY that drives men mad.
It is remorse or bitterness for something which happened YESTERDAY
And the dread of what TOMORROW may bring.
Let us, therefore, live but ONE day at a time.
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Posted by: chasmatic at March 20, 2015 6:14 AM