Happiness is not a condition. It’s just a feeling. It comes, it goes. Like anger, like grief. Emotions are rivers and fighting any one of them is futile. At least that’s what mindfulness experts preach.
Then why do we so naturally anchor ourselves in the weeds of sadness or leash our ankles to the thundering Skidoos of happiness? Why does being stuck or making waves feel so good?
So that makes me wonder if mindfulness is an unnatural state, a tributary laced with PCBs and all of us mutant fish.