Happiness: Essays on the meaning of lifeHilty, Karl
Philosophy
Happiness: Essays on the meaning of life
Hilty, Karl
Conduct of life; Happiness
Such are the ways which in our present social conditions are open to
any one to use for saving time. I must add, however, that if one tries
to use these ways of saving time, he will make another discovery. For
one of the most essential elements of such happiness as we can reach on
earth lies in not having too much time. The vastly greater proportion
of human happiness consists in continuous and progressive work, with
the blessing which is given to work and which in the end makes work
itself a pleasure. The spirit of man is never more cheerful than when
it has discovered its proper work. Make this discovery, first of all,
if you wish to be happy. Most of the wrecks of human life are caused by
having either no work, or too little work, or uncongenial work; and the
human heart, which is so easily agitated, never beats more peacefully
than in the natural activity of vigorous, yet satisfying, work. Only
one must guard against making of work an idol, instead of serving
God through one’s work. Those who forget this last distinction find
themselves in later life doomed to intellectual or physical prostration.
There are, then, but two possessions which may be attained by persons
of every condition, which never desert one through life, and are a
constant consolation in misfortune. These are work and love. Those who
shut these blessings out of life commit a greater sin than suicide.
They do not even know what it is that they throw away. Rest without
work is a thing which in this life one cannot endure. The best blessing
which can be promised is that last blessing of Moses for Asher: “Thy
shoes shall be iron and brass; and as thy days, so shall thy strength
be.” Better than this one should not desire, and if one has this he
should be thankful. Yet, it must be added, this contentedness in
continuous work is possible only when one abandons ambition; for
ambition is always most deeply anxious not to do work, but as soon as
possible to get the result of work, even if that result is illusive.
Ambition is the Moloch of our time, to whom we feel bound to sacrifice
even our own children, and who, more than all other foes, destroys the
bodies and the souls of youth.
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