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What does it take to be happy? Nowadays: too much. You have no other choice than to break your neck by pursuing what you want (which upon getting it will always turn out to be less than what you thought it would be). Very well. Then how to crack it?

I've been asking my students a question regarding truth and happiness. We are talking about Plato's myth of the cave in the Republic; how man is born in the darkness of shadows; and how he must rise from the cave of his ignorance in order to see the real under the dazzling light of truth.

I point out to my students that Plato explicitly says that the one who goes out of the cave, who finally sees Being, no matter how difficult it may be to leave everything you thought was real, he would also, according to Plato, be the happiest man, and that he will never wish to return to the shadows. Fair enough, that is what Plato says. So I ask them what they think. If truth hurts and ignorance is bliss, then would they want to return to the cool cave or remain under the fat sun of truth?

And so they say wherever happiness is, there we will stay. But what about truth? It depends, Sir. Depends on what? Depends on whether or not it gives you happiness. Plato says you cannot be happy if you are not in truth. Perhaps he is wrong. He is being ideal. If it's your life, might as well be practical, be happy. Well then, should we burn all his books?

What does it take to be happy? Nowadays: not much. You have no other choice than to settle with what you have which will always be less than what you want. Very well.



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  1. i prefer to hear the truth even if it kills me... true enough, my ex and i broke up after i learned the truth about him. on the contrary, it didn't kill me (though that year i really thought i'd break down and die)... instead, i learned to stand on my own feet and unveil the strength i never thought i had. the beauty of it was, i learned to trust God more (=

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