In fact, gentle reader, I'm going to subvert it somewhat, tip it upside down and see what truths fall out of the generally accepted notion that being at the top is a happy place.
Those of you familiar with Maslow's Hierarchy will know he suggested that human beings have five levels of need. In ascending order from the most basic they are: physiological (food, water, sleep, shelter et cetera), security (personal, emotional, financial et cetera), social (family, friendship, grouping, coupling and so on), self-esteem (confidence, sense of worth et cetera) and self-actualization (utilising abilities and talents, seeking happiness...the idea that "What a man can be, he must be" - and for man, read human being).
Maslow's basic premise was that you only start getting to grips with a level of need once the one below it is catered for. It's a bit rigid as a concept although it contains some obvious good sense especially at the base end of the pyramid - who after all worries about self-esteem and self-actualization if they're are consumed with finding food to eat or somewhere to sleep safely at night? - but I contend that the sequence of fulfilment becomes a bit topsy turvy the higher one moves up the rank of needs... the social, self-worth and transcendent happiness bits mix up, wax and wane. We can't be "going at our peak" perpetually (to quote Game Theory).
For example, here I have to quote Hamlet (from the play of the same name):
"What a piece of work is man, how noble in reason, how infinite in faculties, in form and moving, how express and admirable in action, how like an angel in apprehension, how like a god: the beauty of the world; the paragon of animals; and yet to me, what is this quintessence of dust?"
Powerful prose, don't you agree? But he was one depressed (and possibly repressed) Dane; though the point is that no matter what we aspire to in the belief that it will bring us lasting satisfaction (a good job, a happy union, financial well-being, lots of stuff) there will be times when that 'whatever' won't appear to do the trick (unless we are very hollow).
Hollow Henry Hoovering Happily?
Mankind (human kind) may appear to be the crown of creation but that is no cause for arrogance or complacency. Our place on the podium - as individuals and as a species - is not guaranteed.As if to prove the point, here's something I wrote for World Mental Health Day about the curse of the cur, depression...
Black Dog
When it followed me at first
I thought it must be
someone else's hound
lolloping soundlessly at heel
through the park at dusk,
but there was no one else around.
I shook it off that time
but when it joined me next
as I took my customary evening stroll
I guessed it must have searched me out.
Several times it even followed me home
and I figured it for a stray.
I always turned it away.
More recently I've woken
to find it waiting at the gate.
It never barks, just glowers darkly.
I'd put off venturing forth
till it was gone
although it sometimes made me late.
And now, I don't know how,
it's found a way into the house.
I hear it pacing, breathing,
right outside my bedroom door.
I think I'll never leave my bedroom
anymore...
Okay, to lighten the mood, I leave you with a musical bonus: Jefferson Airplane performing Crown Of Creation (Just click on the song title to activate the hyperlink.)
Thanks for reading! To thine own self be true, S ;-) Email ThisBlogThis!Share to TwitterShare to Facebook
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