A Seed That Grows in Your Mind.

There are three words that I still remember from high school readings. They haunt me and jump into my mind once in a while. "Simplicity, simplicity, simplicity." -- Walden, Thoreau. The reason why I remember them is because they are the shortest repetition among the long lines Thoreau wrote. But they are mighty enough to plant themselves in the soil of my mind and gradually grow and grow.

I observe that as I become older, I find joy in smaller things. If I apply a close analysis to myself, I will be able to find different causes to this fact. Some of the reasons I like to hear, some of them would be rather ugly facts that I would like to avoid. But let me just look at the bright sun for now. Let the darkness be chased away by the sunlight.

I am happy today because I received winter jackets my mom sent me a week ago. I am happy today because my professor was exciting to get to know my freakish mind. I am happy today because I finished my math midterm and felt pretty good. These small things sent me waves of happiness that I think are too much. They could have come at different days so they do not exceed the everyday limit for happiness. But let them be at the present, for they are quite pleasing to be accepted.

I wonder, if I am conditioned by the society to be a pathetic pig who becomes happy just because some human dumps me some food. My happiness should be more moral, more ambitious. It should come from the highest pleasure of sufferings. Simple happiness, small happiness, are inferior than absolute happiness which I gain from affirming eternal sufferings. This is the happiness of will to power. For I will, and I become the powerful master, despite the fact that I might be the only being in that highest moral domain.

What about the power to will though? The will to power can lead humans astray, since it can go both ways - optimism or pessimism. Its power can be seen through placebo and nocebo effect correspondingly. But the power to will has only one direction, for it is a motion, a movement, a process; it is not an entity, a subject, an object. Therefore, it breaks the temporal dimensions of the universe. Considering Nietzsche's eternal recurrence as a circle, the power to will breaks it and opens up the possibility to a linear future.

Hope, let it be, is the most promising happiness humans can obtain. It is our power to will, the little seed that we have no idea when it planted itself in our minds. It grows in us despite our consciousness or unconsciousness, and it is quite contagious. Once it lands in the rich soil, it breaks through the hard layers of sand and grows bigger and bigger, until we surprisingly realize its existence one day. It is that simple, for we do not even have to work on it. All we need to do is to believe in it for one second, and that will be more than enough. Simple, simple, simple.

So does happiness come from simplicity, and simplicity, simplicity, simplicity is the answer to human existence? Let it be a small seed and allow it to steal one of our precious seconds.