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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