I've made an odd discovery. Every time I talk to a savant I feel quite sure that happiness is no longer a possibility. Yet when I talk with my gardener, I'm convinced of the opposite.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
I think optimism springs from nature. I'm a gardener. Nature has taught me about rhythm, the essence of every art. With so much that is terrible, nature gives me pleasure.
It's obvious, but perhaps worth saying, that happiness has virtually nothing to do with the state of your intellect.
Happiness comes when we test our skills towards some meaningful purpose.
Happiness is always a coincidence.
Happiness must be cultivated. It is like character. It is not a thing to be safely let alone for a moment, or it will run to weeds.
In theory there is a possibility of perfect happiness: To believe in the indestructible element within one, and not to strive towards it.
Happiness is not something that just comes to you. It's an active process.
Through a long and painful process, I've learned that happiness is an inside job - not based on anything or anyone in the outer material world. I've become a different and better person - not perfect, but still a work in progress.
Happiness is a simple everyday miracle, like water, and we are not aware of it.
I am deeply convinced that happiness does not exist in this world.