©Address: “The Pursuit of Happiness”

The Rev. Sarah Lammert, USR, December 2, 2007

 

Today is my mom’s 70th birthday – she decided not to have a big party because my sister in Chicago is due with her second baby any minute, and she wants to be free to go there right away.  This convergence of events has me somewhat distracted thinking about my spread-out family and what this physical distance has meant for our lives.  It also has me musing on the wheel of life: birth, childhood, middle adulthood, and the aging process.  I’m in that sandwich generation in which many of my peers are supporting parents who are having health concerns and the other attending challenges of later life, which also being immersed in the raising of children.

            Regardless of what age or stage of life we are in, the combination of winter’s chill and the holidays adds stress to our already full lives, and sometimes reminds us of painful losses and disappointments we have endured.  Despite all of the cues from the culture telling us that we ought to be jolly at this time of the year, sometimes we don’t feel like making merry at all, but instead find ourselves in the throws of emptiness, sadness and anger.

            So, I suppose this an interesting time of the year to take on the subject of the Pursuit of Happiness!  More apt perhaps would have been the pursuit of holiday gifts that will please without breaking the budget, or the pursuit of paying off the credit card bills that we will rack up this month, or the pursuit of fitting in our pants after eating too many holiday foods!  Our founding fathers, and Thomas Jefferson in particular, found it wise to include three basic human rights in declaring independence for our nation: The right to life, the right to liberty, and the pursuit of happiness.  This was a change from the economist philosopher Hobbes, who had declared a similar triad of inalienable rights: life, liberty and the pursuit of property.  Although you wouldn’t know it to look at a shopping mall parking lot at this time of the year, Jefferson was reaching for something that transcended mere materialism in choosing “happiness” over “property” in his formulation.  What exactly her meant by the pursuit of happiness we’ll never know because he never elucidated this point in any other writing.  And so, we are left to decipher the mystery of this pursuit, and to contemplate what it might mean to actually be happy should we ever rest from our searching.

            So what is happiness?  According to philosopher and sociologist R. M. MacIver, happiness is not merely a state of mind nor is it merely a feeling. 

It is the resonance of the whole being as it moves toward that which fulfills it.  It is the harmony within you, as you, the whole you, the animating you, move toward whatever oneness you are capable of becoming.  It is the fulfillment that comes in the weaving of relationships that make your world your home.

            When I was in St. Louis recently over the Thanksgiving holiday, Andy and I took my niece and our daughters bowling one day at the old Tropicana lanes that have been around at least since the 1960’s, with minimal updates in décor since that time.  We had a great time in there knocking over pins and eating French fries, and just being silly.  It was a fun day and I dare say a happy day. 

            As we pulled out of the parking lot, we passed a brand new Sunrise Assisted Living Center.  These kinds of facilities seem to be popping up all over, and some of you may know people who live in them.  The odd thing about this one next to Tropicana Lanes was a sign outside that read in big letters “Walk Ins Welcome!”  Walk Ins Welcome?  I mean come on – these places are really pretty nice, but really who wants to walk on in and spontaneously live there?  Tony Picozzi, who lived in the Sunrise out on Paramus Road for a few months, jokes that these places are “God’s waiting room.”  Instead of “Walk-ins Welcome!” they should have a sign that says “You’ll probably end up here too one day!”  “Time’s almost up for you!” 

            We all have a finite life, and really, who would want to live forever?  Part of what makes us human, and keeps us somewhat humble, is the fact of our mortality.  Life is fleeting, and sometimes it gets cut off out of season.  And so, what will we do with the days we are given?  Can we cast off outward pressures to bow down to the Gods of property, materialism and status, and instead choose the deeper pursuit of happiness?

            The most popular course at Harvard University at this moment, is a class taught by Tal Ben-Shahar called “Happier.”  Marylee Bergin brought me the book he has written in order to share his teachings with a wider audience.  In the book, Ben-Shahar advises us to stop worrying about being “happy” and instead ask ourselves what would make us “happier.”  “Am I happy?” he suggests, is a closed question leading only to frustration and dissatisfaction; while “”How can I become happier?” allows us to see happiness as an unlimited resource, and a lifelong journey.  Ben-Shahar has many wonderful ideas and exercises in his book to help you along your way, but one of the most helpful points he brings forward is this advice from social psychologist Ken Sheldon:

People seeking greater well-being would be well advised to focus on the pursuit of (a) goals involving growth, connection and contribution rather than goals involving money, beauty and popularity, and (b) goals that are interesting and personally important to them rather than goals they feel forced or pressured to pursue.

            In other words, as MacIver pointed out, happiness comes from a sense of resonance, harmony and fulfillment within, rather than the fleeting rush of material success or status.  If money made us happy, wealthy people would be the happiest on earth, but it just isn’t so.  In fact, despite 30 years of economic growth after World War II, a study found Americans no happier than they had been.  Life satisfaction in China, where incomes have grown by 250 % in the last 12 years, has declined.[1]  True poverty certainly impacts happiness, but wealthy people are prone to greater anxiety and depression. 

            It seems that once we have kept up with the Joneses, we notice that the Smiths have a new Viking stove and the Johnsons have a fancy new snow plow.  And the Chuns have a new weekend house down the shore, while the Stankowitzs are putting on a huge addition.  It’s never enough, when it comes to money, beauty is fleeing, and popularity is a shallow and fruitless pursuit.  If we can instead, focus on what strengthens our connection to self, world and others, look for opportunities to grow as a person, and find ways to contribute our gifts to this hurting world, we will begin to experience a deeper happiness that isn’t dependent on circumstance. 

            Most of us fall into a pattern of “some day” thinking when it comes to happiness.  As soon as I get that degree I’ll be happy.  As soon as I finish this work project I’ll be happy.  As soon as I get through the holidays I’ll be happy.  As soon as I get to the gym I’ll be happy.  As soon as I get a raise, get through this illness, get over my heartache, get to the weekend, get to go on a vacation…. The list never ends and we never get to be happy.

            And then there is the problem of being right.  Most of us would much rather be right than be happy.  And, we are right about so many things – our opinions about politics, about what constitutes good taste, about how our spouses relatives and friends ought to behave, about what is a good or bad movie, book, play or piece of music, our opinions about the weather, how hard people ought to work, what is healthy living, what is true and not true about God, it is amazing how many things we are right about.  But the catch is that if I’m right you are often cast in the role of being wrong.  And, when the world is made up of people who are wrong it is hard to be happy no matter how right you may be.  In fact, it can be lonely being right all the time.  Even when you are really really really really right.  Like, Global Warming right, and people shouldn’t be driving hummers right!  Like, the war should end right, or my friend should stop drinking right, or even my husband should remember to take out the trash right.

            There has to be a way to live from your own sense of commitment and integrity without sacrificing happiness on the altar of righteousness.  Mistaking righteousness for happiness is just as dangerous as substituting money, beauty of popularity for happiness, or always waiting for happiness to arrive “some day.”  How can we grab the golden ring of happiness now, even with so much wrong, even though we never have enough, and even we have not yet arrived at the place we hope to be?

            The poet William Blake put his finger on something true in his poemAuguries of Innocence:” 

[We were] made for joy and woe;
And when this we rightly know
Through the world we safely go.
Joy and woe are woven fine,
A clothing for the soul divine.
Under every grief and pine
Runs a joy with silken twine.

            The pursuit of happiness is not about lining up the perfect house, or raising perfect children, or having perfect health, or finding enjoyment in every moment.  Life is never perfect, and it is often filled with frustration and sorrow.  The pursuit of happiness is about finding one’s larger purpose, remembering to give thanks for the joy that is ours, and focusing on the present more than the past or future. 

            And perhaps it is even simpler than that.  When I was studying for the ministry, I spent a summer working as a hospital chaplain.  One of my duties during my overnight shifts was to visit the pre-operative patients, many of whom were experiencing, appropriately, intense fear as well as a sense of alienation or isolation.  After surviving such a night facing the existential pit, and then surviving a difficult heart surgery, one of my patients turned to me and said, simply, “It’s all about love.”  I’m not sure why it often requires this degree of crisis to bring into focus what it truly important, but there are, thankfully, such moments on the far side of despair when we know with certainty that now is the only moment, and love is the only thing that matters.  This is a strange, intense sort of happiness – not the giddy happiness of a belly laugh or falling in love, but a soul-washing, soul-cleansing kind of happiness.  Love is all that matters, and the rest is a distraction.

            Why are so many people in our nation so unhappy, given our declared commitment to the pursuit of happiness?  Why are Harvard students at the pinnacle of success drawn by the hundreds to the course called “Happier,” why do one third of American teenagers suffer from depression, why do fully 40% of marriages in our country end in divorce, and why do only 50% of employees in the US report that they are satisfied in their work?  Do we not believe that we have a right to be happy?  Have we at some level bought into the Hobbsian idea that life is truly “solitary, poor, nasty, brutish, and short” and thus happiness is for fools?  Or is it just that we are in a continual argument with the way life is  -- so much so that we respond with resignation or detachment?

            Last Saturday, I went for a walk with my dad.  We cut through his neighbor’s yard, where a large scale construction job was going on, turning the house from a simple ranch to a stone McMansion.  We walked on to the nearby golf course, my dad’s back lab Tina happily dashing about as we walked.  The day was crisp and a bit dreary, the leaves crunched under our feet, and our shoes got muddy as we navigated mole trenches which made the earth give way here and there as we walked.

            “Do you remember walking here with me after my surgery?” my dad asked.  “I was still catheterized and I had to wear my long raincoat, but I was so happy to be outside walking.”  I had forgotten, but the memory of my dad, gaunt and pale, came back to me as we traced the same path that day.  “Well,” he said, looking at me intently, “I remember that.”  We hooked arms and walked on, grateful for the present moment.  Tina eventually settled in and walked beside us, and I would even swear that the sun shined just a bit that day, down through the winter branches of the trees.

            Happiness is not a destination, it is a way of life.  It shows up when we remember to save life, not time; it comes through the grace of a red rose in the snow; it comes when we ask ourselves the right question.  “What will make you happier?”  You deserve a large measure of happiness, and I suspect that true happiness, like love, is something that is only amplified when we allow ourselves to experience it, because we surely would not want to hold the gift to ourselves but would want to make sure that every person had the right to life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness.

 

Amen.

 

 

 



[1] Porter, Eduardo, “All They Are Saying is Give Happiness a Chance,” NYT, November 12, 2007.