Happiness is…a simple-minded concept for much less evolved beings?


tumblr_mbf869rLXN1r6nm6ao1_500Adam Roberts judged it just right in Aeon magazine. “We value sadness in ways that make happiness look a bit simple-minded.”

Mr Roberts’ succinct analysis of the joys of sadness, sneaked up on International Happiness Day. It probably caused glum faces all around for those with the grinning disease and the unquenchable thirst to strew roses from their metaphorical hats, unseasonable or not.

He quotes Hartley Coleridge (who could hardly have been ecstatic that he was so much less well known than his father Samuel Taylor). In his essay, dolefully titled ‘Atrabilious Reflections upon Melancholy’, Hartley C. says melancholy cannot exist in a mere animal; it is only for the more evolved.

Mr Roberts describes Philip Larkin’s mournful pleasure at the very end of ‘Money’:

“I listen to money singing. It’s like looking down
From long French windows at a provincial town,
The slums, the canal, the churches ornate and mad
In the evening sun. It is intensely sad.”

Everywhere, if only we stop to look, there are reminders of the elegance of melancholy. The Japanese phrase mono no aware means the beautiful sorrow of things; sunt lacrimae rerum is literally about there being tears in everything. The rose and the thorn. The bee and its sting.

Jack Kerouac

“Our battered suitcases were piled on the sidewalk again; we had longer ways to go. But no matter, the road is life”
– Jack Kerouac