Editor's comment
Pursuit of Happiness
27 January, 2011

Pursuit of happiness is one of our major sovereign rights along with life and liberty, all being equally cherished and valuable. Pursuit of happiness is one of our major sovereign rights along with life and liberty, all being equally cherished and valuable. These words are written in stone and will never be stricken out from there or expunged from human consciousness. We all dedicate our lives to the notion of pursuit of happiness and even when we are dying, we

discover that the pursuit has not ended. When talking to young audiences at various occasions, I am trying to instill in their juvenile minds the idea of eternity of pursuit of happiness, which accompanies us as long as we are alive and breathe. Sense of happiness will not recognize the age restrictions – we want to be happy at any age, and the intensity of this desire never fades away, it only increases with years and graying of our hair. So much for my elevated and soaring interpretation of happiness! After all, Grandpa Aristotle has bequeathed to us that our main function in this world is to be happy. What a lark! What could be prettier than this? But if I may get a little down-to-earth, my personal (I wouldn’t dare talking about others!) vehicle for pursuit of happiness might look routinely mundane and dull. For example, the fact of opening my eyes to the morning sunlight and getting up with no pain in my senescent body will certainly be elevated to the rank of pursuit of happiness, or finding a gas-station where I could fuel up cheaper than at others, may very well be qualified as an instance of pursuit of happiness, or getting a certain indispensable medicine at a bargain price in our terribly expensive drug-store network could also be understood as pursuit of happiness. Finding a parking spot in town in broad daylight, safe walking among the piles of dog-waste on the pavement, living through the day without a disconnected internet, saving my poor lungs from the swarming exhaust around, watching the news without terrifying information, seeing the sidewalks with no parked cars on them and ending the month without haughty utility bills would certainly be interpreted as vivid samples of pursuit of happiness. I also have my individual unique ways of pursuit of happiness (I would easily kill myself if I didn’t have those ones): playing music on accordion, dancing away my choreographically happy hours, playing on a professional stage at least once a week and reading light tabloid novels with amazingly happy ends. Pursuit of happiness has stopped for me to be a philosophically justified formula of life. I am pursuing my happiness in a very specific and affordable way which keeps me from getting scared of approaching of inevitable darkness of the aftermath. I feel happy, very happy in this specific and resourceful way of pursuit of happiness. This is not just a good luck; this is a result of a hardcore deliberation over what in reality the pursuit of happiness means when seven decades of rock-and-rolling is down your belt. Yeah, no kidding!