Happiness...
Epicurus saw it in pleasure.
Aristotle in virtue.
Kant in duty.
Nietzsche in overcoming.
Viktor Frankl in meaning.
Aldous Huxley feared it was illusion.
Leo Tolstoy found it in faith.
Virginia Woolf in moments.
Albert Camus questioned if it existed at all.
The question is:
Are we truly chasing happiness, or simply escaping pain with prettier names?
And in the depths of it all… what is happiness, really?
Epicurus saw it in pleasure.
Aristotle in virtue.
Kant in duty.
Nietzsche in overcoming.
Viktor Frankl in meaning.
Aldous Huxley feared it was illusion.
Leo Tolstoy found it in faith.
Virginia Woolf in moments.
Albert Camus questioned if it existed at all.
The question is:
Are we truly chasing happiness, or simply escaping pain with prettier names?
And in the depths of it all… what is happiness, really?