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there is no mystery to happiness

unhappy men are all alike
some wound they suffered long ago, some wish denied,
some blow to pride, some kindling spark of love put out by scorn
or worse, indifference
cleaves to them, or they to it,
and so they live each day within a shroud of yesterdays...

the happy man does not look back
he doesn’t look ahead
he lives in the present!

but there’s the rub
the present can never deliver one thing: meaning
the ways of happiness and meaning are not the same
to find happiness, a man need only live in the moment
he need only live for the moment
but if he wants meaning
the meaning of his dreams, his secrets, his life
a man must reinhabit his past, however dark,
and live for the future, however uncertain...

thus nature dangles happiness and meaning before us all,
insisting only that we choose between them...

(texto de Jed Rubenfeld)