And the list goes on. More items may be included, but nothing can be added, for there is only one.
They are all the same.
We all want to be happy. It is not possible not to want to be happy. Whenever we want something, we think it will lead to some happiness.
Happiness is a good feeling. A good feeling is pleasure. Pure pleasure (pleasure without pain) is happiness. They are both the same.
Having fun is a pleasure. Pure pleasure is pure fun when it’s not overruled by boredom or punishment. Fun without suffering is fun, is pleasure, is happiness.
They are the same.
Art is pleasure. Art is creativity. Creativity is fun. Whenever something pleases us, it stimulates our imagination and that is what creativity is. We enjoy what others have created or we create ourselves. We imagine, we play games, we invent, we converse; we have fun. Whatever stimulates creativity is a piece of art. Art is thus the essence of pleasure and it is happiness.
It is all the same.
Art for art’s sake. Art has no purpose other than itself. Art is the goal.
Happiness is the goal; the only goal.
Why do people want to be happy? What a stupid question. It is simply what they want.
Why do people make art? Stupid question. They do it because they are people.
People are artists.
You are an artist too. You want to enjoy yourself; you want to be happy and you are human. There is no other way.
You must pursue your art of living. You must strive for happiness. You must be human.
And why did he want that? Because he thought that would make him happy.
It’s not possible to want anything else than happiness. It’s in the very definition of the word.
People want more than happiness, as Huxley quotes:
“But I don’t want comfort. I want God, I want poetry, I want real danger, I want freedom, I want goodness. I want sin.”
And why did he want that? Because he thought that would make him happy.
It’s not possible to want anything else than happiness. It’s in the very definition of the word.