Steve Barnes' World of Happiness

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Noting tranquility on day 14750.

Three quarters of the way from 14000 to 15000. I've bestowed the upcoming multiple of five thousand with increasing significance, and I'm sure I'll write more when it comes.

For a human living in this, the most fortunate era in which a human could yet have lived, I've had so much additional fortune. I grew up in a home among the rurally-treated plains of nature and beneath the clearly-visible galaxy. A family who cared for each other, technology, education, and pets, including goats who grew up with me, whom I would eventually tell were the most important things in my life. That was the first five thousand days or so, and if that was all it was, to live my life would have been an extraordinary occurrence.

From within that, "the future" seemed unknown and contentingly so. Since then, I've encountered far too much additional fortune to get into here, but one of my few clear aspirations was to have a dwelling to myself. In the earthly world, I don't require much space or extravagance. And during this current five thousand days, as one might typically phrase it, "nothing much happens to me."

Happiness. For me, it's one of the shallowest and one of the deepest kinds of words, and that's why I've kept it up there. I've heard some say other things like "joy" are to be desired than "happiness," but that's just felt strange to me.

It describes what I feel even to be human in this era, even when things do go wrong. But since I arrived at my dwelling, not much has gone wrong, and not much has happened in the way of unexpected washes of extravagance either. There's plenty of time to think through anything, keeping my mind clear to think about whatever else I'd like. Once I'd heard of "heaven" growing up, that's what I imagined it would feel like. To look back over these five thousand days and note it's been so uneventful is to observe I've had the fortune, on top of everything, to spend them in something very much like heaven. Only this version is proven real.

Like my dwelling, and like my mind even when things go wrong, this home on the Web is tranquil. It's been designed to reflect that for a very long time, and I suppose that's part of what I've always been doing here. Some people don't have such tranquility around them, but I think just about everyone has it inside them, even if fortune has never afforded them a sufficiently quiet moment to find it. I suppose I've been trying to offer a hint that it's there, available.