Can we ever be happy with what we have if every quote explicitly states that happiness is a journey, not a destination?
I’d like to point out the disfunction of our expectations-
We use the term “happiness” in such a way that deems it unattainable.
We cannot write contradicting poems-
One advising to be happy with what you have, the other stating, be happy in the pursuit of what you want.
If you were happy with what you have, you wouldn’t be pursuing anything. But, if you weren’t pursuing anything you’d be missing “direction”, a recommended key ingredient in the happiness dough.
Direction can only exist if you are being influenced by a desired fulfilment that doesn’t already exist in your present location.
If to be present is to be happy, as is travelling away from the familiar towards great unknowns, what would happen if I told you that the transient (pursuit, journey) and immobile (destination, end point) live vicariously through that state of mind which feeds your inability to perceive happiness as anything but these affirmations that were designed by people who were no more knowledgable about the recipe for happiness than you are right now?