If you have not already done so, you may wish to read the
Introduction to Gnomica.
Monday 12 Mar 2012
But what is happiness except the simple harmony between a man and the life he leads?
Albert Camus (7 Nov 1913 – 4 Jan 1960)
To the larger public he was par excellence an existentialist (though he himself denied it!) and quintessentially Monsieur Absurd, but it is hard for me to find fault with the proposition above.
Happiness – as I so often try to remind myself when I am on another clumsy hunt for it – is not a telos (τέλοç), not an end, not something purposive, not a prey animal rooted in eternal fixity and calmly awaiting my arrow. Above all it is process, a concept that, like its etymon (Latin prō ‘forward’ + cēd/cess [cess < cēd + tus ] ‘go’), addresses constant action to ‘go forward’. Happiness, like self-esteem (all the educationalists to the contrary notwithstanding), is not something which you sit back and wait for until it arrives, but you — and largely just you alone — create or fail to create it every day for yourself by living your life the way you really do know that it is and not the way you wish it were. The rest will follow.
Not so absurd, after all, is it?