By what measure do we define
Happiness?
Success?
Contentment?
How do these differ between
Western and Eastern cultures? How intertwined are these emotions? These
perceptions.
What is their worth?
These were some of the
questions pondered and debated in a discussion today that I had with some of my
work colleagues. Even though some of these colleagues are English and they are
not very bright – I like them a lot and I value their opinions. Dare I say that
I even respect some of them and I enjoy our dialogue.
I like our banter.
We agreed that we shouldn't
generalize - however the Singaporean standard for the measurement of success
seems to differ from our viewpoint. Education to the Singaporeans is very
important - the formal kind - not life experiences. The Singaporean takes life
very seriously. Failure is not an option. This seems to be a focus from a very
early age and it is a heavy burden.
There is a lot of pressure -
especially on children.
It is not necessarily a bad
thing.
It is just different from
ours.
So is success linked to
happiness? I didn't think so and neither did most of the English. We all know quite
a lot of successful people who aren't happy.
They aren't happy at all.
Conversely I know quite a few
people who are very happy but they aren't particularly successful. At least not
by the standards that Western society sets.
Position.
Affluence.
Money.
Power.
I suspect that these happy people
are however the most successful of us all.
These impoverished people.
And what is the measure of
success? Is it the size of one's bank account? Is it the value of our net
worth? Is it the title on our business cards? Is it the esteem with which they
are regarded by others? Or is it the way they regard themselves? Is it all of
these or none? My view of this has changed as I have aged.
I once believed that other
people's perception of me was important. I was genuinely unhappy if people
thought poorly of me. It doesn't matter so much to me anymore and I look back
and laugh at my foolishness and my ambition. It was passé. It was com si com
sa.
What people may or may not
think of me? Well in the main I simply now don’t give a fuck.
What I think of myself
carries more weight. It sets my moral compass. I value my values more than
other peoples regard.
I am not saying that I am
happy all the time - far from it.
I am perfectly imperfect and
I don't disregard the supposition of others.
It just doesn't drive me
anymore.
It is the simple things now
that bring me happiness and contentment. Sharing moments with friends and
family. Laughter. Giving. Receiving. Sharing. Reminiscing. Introspection.
Virtuosity. Rising to an occasion. Reaching a goal.
I equate fulfillment with happiness.
But who am I to know?
I know though that at this
point of time I am happy. I am content.
And I am sure that this will
change again.
This sagacity of
mine.
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