THOUGHT CANNOT BUY HAPPINESS
Thought will never be happy. By nature it is restless, always moving, always seeking something it can never quite reach. Even when it resolves something, the next problem soon pops up. It naturally tries to complete the story of ‘me’, fix it, wrap it up neatly, come to a conclusion, bring the movie to some kind of resolution, but the story is endless and has no conclusion, since all is impermanent and subject to change, and the search just keeps going. Thought will never find the permanence it craves. Thought will never be happy, even when it momentarily concludes “I am happy”. That is its nature.
And so, perhaps, at some point, there is a kind of disillusionment with thought altogether, a kind of loss of faith in it, a distrust of its alleged supremacy, and in the hunt for permanence our attention turns away from thought, away from that which is relentless and restless and always changes, and towards YOU. Thought will never reach permanence, it will never truly rest, but there is something here, prior to thought, that is ever-present, and always and already at rest, and silently watching and holding thought as it struggles for permanence and happiness. That which sees thought is not itself made of thought. It tenderly holds thought as it wears itself out looking for home.
Thought will never be happy, but in the realisation of that there is a natural happiness and ease, an effort-free happiness in which thought is allowed to come and go, a natural embrace of all waves in this vast cosmic ocean that you are. What you are, beyond all concepts of happiness and its opposite, is vast and ever-present, and even thought’s exhausting search for something it cannot name is deeply allowed to come and go and rest in you. You have always been at rest, and so the fact that thought will never be happy is a perfect disillusionment.