A Dog’s Guide to Happiness
It’s really not that complicated
I’ve been struggling lately, which isn’t unusual. The normal state of modern humans is to struggle. Not against nature, or wild animals, or a neighboring village, but against ourselves. The hamster wheel of living in the 21st century.
The nature of time is such that we are always living in the future.
But Buck Rogers never mentioned social media. He didn’t have his eyes glued to a cellphone 24/7, or worry about his lack of access to health care. Buck Rogers didn’t work in a cubicle farm where he was screamed at by irate customers eight hours a day with 30 minutes off for lunch, which he ate at his desk while inhaling benzene fumes from the new carpet.
I feel like we were probably a lot happier in the past, when we were hunting and gathering, focused on one thing and one thing only— survival. The ultimate mindfulness.
We lived closely with friends and family that didn’t tag us in photos where we had one eye mostly closed and spinach in our teeth. We didn’t need to do yoga or buy a Peloton, because we walked tens of miles every day just to stay alive.
We lived from minute to minute, not paycheck to paycheck.
