Where
any work can be done conformably to the reason that is common to gods and men,
there we have nothing to fear.
For
where we are able to get profit by means of the activity that is successful and
proceeds according to our constitution, there no harm is to be suspected.
—Marcus
Aurelius, Meditations, Book 7 (tr
Long)
We will often think of striving for
happiness as if we were playing the odds. This is only true, however, if
happiness is something beyond our power, or can be taken away from us, or
depends on the conditions outside of us.
A few years back, I was puzzled by
an article in a respected magazine that offered to tell me what my chances of
being happy were, based on variables like where I lived, what my job was,
whether or not I was married or had children, and how often I went on vacation.
All sorts of fancy statistics were provided, and I seem to recall, at the time,
that single people who worked in database administration, lived in Seattle, and
liked to go skiing were most likely to be the “happiest” Americans.
Well no wonder happiness would seem
like a crapshoot. It can’t be easy lining up all those blessings of
circumstance. I thought I had once heard that dentists were the most content,
but maybe they decided to change the rules of life a bit.
Now if happiness followed from what
we received, we would most certainly rely upon whatever the world may decide to
give us. We would be taking great risks, hoping that our own efforts would
happen to correspond with external rewards. Happiness would hardly be
guaranteed, and we would take nothing as certain.
Is it any surprise that we become so
anxious? How ironic that we only want to be at peace, but our worry and
frustration about life are always in opposition to such peace.
There is another road to take, and my
own change in estimation can point the way. Instead of a happy life following
from what is done to me, it can follow completely from what I do. My own
thinking, and my own decisions, can be the measure I use to find contentment
and tranquility. This may, after years of habits and assumptions, not come
easy, but it is only my judgment that can stand as an obstacle. It will be so,
if I so decide.
As long as I have a conscious
choice, I remain the master of that choice. Where there is no longer any
conscious choice, there is really nothing of “me” that remains. I will possess
myself as long as there is a self. That is completely reliable, and completely
certain.
There is no gamble. There is no need
for fear, and no need for any suspicion of harm.
Written in 12/2007
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