One of the drawbacks of our secular age is that it is less clear what we should strive for in our lives. In medieval Europe it seems as though life goals were pretty clear for most people: keep your nose clean, and you get to go to heaven after you die. Heaven is a good place, and the details are left undefined because they are sort of hard to imagine.
Most people want to lead a good life, but my guess is that these days most people don’t really believe in a literal heaven. Without a set of rules handed down from the priests, how do we know what a good life consists of? Based on what I see in bookstores, a lot of people—at least enough for a niche publishing market—are aiming for happiness. A good life is a happy life.
This does not imply an outbreak of hedonism and selfishness, as many people are made happy by altruism and quiet reflection. However, to me, it doesn’t seem like the right sort of goal. I don’t think I have the goals of a good life fully pinned down, and it’s not like I think one should strive to be unhappy, but happiness as a goal doesn’t seem right to me. It seems to me that happiness should be a result of a good life. We should aim to do the right thing; if we succeed, we can expect to be happy. Aiming for happiness seems to put it the wrong way around.
Happiness by itself just seems too disconnected, too prone to short-circuiting a deeper examination of the situation.
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