I explained to them that happiness is an interactive experience.

The shelf-life of happiness has a short expiration date when it is handed out via the material, rather than earned as a result of self-reflection and constantly seeking to improve upon what stats you’ve been given out for better or worse.

Even the children of millionaires blow their brains out.

So money isn’t a guarantee of happiness, because pain is always real, no matter what level you are in the societal hierarchy.

If we are to think truly rationally, we would conclude that a great part of happiness is about perspective; and that would be your perspective, instead of the one that has been subtly inculcated or conditioned into you by other similarly propagandized people.

I’ll use an example to lead you into where happiness can be found that’s sure to make some hairs bristle.

The existence of a God is a concept that cannot be demonstrated as scientifically falsifiable.

You’d think that would be the end of the argument, right? Live and let live.

But humanity can’t just let a sleeping bear like that slumber in peace.

Instead, there has to be debates and other bear poking exercises to prove that one person’s subjective reality is somehow better than another person’s subjective reality.

And we know what subjective reality is, but what is scientific reality by contrast?

Well, that too is subjective to ideology in how it is disseminated.

Here’s an example.

The ruling scientific orthodoxy takes poetic license in saying that, “…a giant ancient star died and our sun coalesced from its gases. The byproducts of that star’s annihilation stuck together to form the planets and then, entirely by accident, life oozed forth.”

But humans are story telling apes.

That shit is just a gross and depressing read.

I would venture that the fellow who might have penned this soliloquy never got laid in high school.

But if we were to say that an ancient star went nova, or transformed into a red giant and seeded the cosmos with the building blocks that enabled life to develop, albeit with difficulty…

Well, then you become more than just a glorified bacterium.

You become a vital part of a story brought to you in part by the engines of creation (stars).

This fresh perspective doesn’t give top billing to death, accident and ooze.

You’re no longer a by-product of a stellar tryst where nuclear fusion was a suicidal pistol blast to the mouth of one star, and an unplanned pregnancy to another.

But you having a vital existence doesn’t bode well for those trying to sell you nihilism, investment opportunistic religion, a rapacious oligarchy, pharmaceuticals, sexual dysfunctionalism, alcohol, drugs, shit music, abysmal architecture, asinine art, and war.

So these types by their very natures have to take issue with a Star being described as an engine of creation and disingenuously attack this choice of words as belonging to some kind of “creationist biblical view.”

They might even take issue with word transformed, because it smacks of purpose and it insults their ideology of accident and pointlessness.

But the aforementioned descriptions distill the same series of events!

There are no unscientific statements contained therein.

It’s just that my description sounds hopeful and is imbued with potential.

And this is just one example of how you are conditioned to be unhappy by a society that is absolutely committed to stamping out any form of happiness outside the dysfunctional mob narrative.

The theologian Martin Luther once reflected that, “Humanity is like a drunkard who upon mounting his horse quickly falls off to one side, and then having picked himself up, climbs back up into the saddle only to promptly fall off again on the other side.”

This pendulum of extremes which is the inevitable result of foolishness and forgetfulness affects us like the wake of a great ship does someone in a lone canoe.

It will affect your happiness because the indoctrination and the propaganda never ends.

So, changing your perspective in those things where you find a shitty narrative woven in there is a good start.

And live your life as if you have value, for fuck’s sake.

My opinion is that you’re an eternal being and this life is just a job, kind of like that Warner Bros cartoon about the wolf and the sheep dog.

You punch the clock and you pull your shift and then you go home.

There’s even a paycheck of sorts involved.

But that’s my subjective view, which contrasts from that view which for some reason has turned a scientific process of elimination into a way to make Plato’s cave dwellers even more committed to staying holed up in there.

Human beings are story telling creatures.

You rob yourself of happiness and vitality when you buy into the bullshit of those who try and force you to live as if you’re accepting the terms of a goddamned software agreement.

Happiness is an interactive experience.

So step outside the cave, the weather is fine.