The good is rightly thought to be that at which all things aim. That was Aristotle by the way, not me. But if I asked you what you were aiming at, what would you say? Happiness? Identity?
What defines happiness?
What defines you?
Or are they answers to the same question?
All of the above, as I found myself saying earlier today, are perfectly true and completely irrelevant..
I’ve seen many people lose hope because they didn’t get what they want. But nothing compares to the bitter disillusionment of a person who got exactly what they wanted, and then didn’t know what to do with it.
Are we searching for answers without knowing the question?
Life. Love. Loss. Luggage. And Laughter.