Realization

 

"When most people realize they've fallen in love, there's no click moment," Finch answered with a snap of his fingers. "There's no bang or sounds of angels inside your head. You go to the cafeteria to get a pumpkin pasty, and suddenly you get it. You're in love. Self-realization is a lot like that. It's too complicated a concept to be easily understood until you get it then you do."

"That makes it seem so impossibly distant," Percy frowned, looking at his lap.

‘There's no such thing as distance towards self-realization. If I can give you an example of something similar?’ Percy nodded, so Finch continued. ‘I am not a happy person. Not that I am sulking or depressive, but being a happy person implies a state of permanence. There's a very famous book called Anna Karenina, whose very first sentence is happy families are alike; each unhappy family is unhappy in its own way.' It implies that you can achieve happiness under a series of prerequisite steps and that to be unhappy, must fail at least one. I don't think that's true because the concept of everlasting happiness is so brittle.

 Seeking happiness is futile because it's a spectrum of complicated and imperfect human feelings.

"I no longer seek happiness in my life. I seek meaning. Constantly. Self-fulfillment is never-ending. I do things I find interesting. Being interested is far better than being happy, I think.”

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