Then she seemed to remember something and came back to look at him with wonder and curiosity. ‘Are you happy?’ she said.
‘Am I what?’ he cried.
But she was gone – running in the moonlight. Her front door shut gently.
‘Happy! Of all the nonsense.’
He stopped laughing.
Of course I’m happy. What does she think? I’m not? he asked the quiet rooms.
Darkness. He was not happy. He was not happy. He said the words to himself. He wore his happiness like a mask and the girl had run off across the lawn with the mask and there was no way of going to knock on her door and ask for it back.
How many times do we think we are happy, when we really are not? How many times do we think we are doing something because we like while we don’t realise that what we are doing is following masses and not doing what we really want to? It is something that happens… we think we are happy until we find what happiness really is…
Franco Berardi, un filósofo italiano dice que la felicidad se encuentra, precisamente, cuando se reduce la necesidad.
“No se accede a ser feliz por ‘generación espontánea’ o por una predeterminación biológica, sino que se aprende a ser feliz y, también se enseña” es lo que afirma el psiquiatra y psicoanalista José Eduardo Abadi. Además, agrega: “La felicidad es la combinación armónica entre lo que se siente, lo que se piensa y lo que se hace”