Andrew’s statement resonated with me when I first watched his TED talk about a year ago. Up until then I’d been on a pursuit of happiness for more years than I care to count, trying to fill voids and find meaning to elevate myself to an acceptable baseline of happiness. I stumbled upon Andrew’s talk when I abandoned the seemingly fruitless pursuit of happiness and was coming to grips with my depression. My quest turned from finding purpose and happiness to seeking solutions to lift myself from a self-induced mental anguish, a mental suffering that was wreaking havoc on my physical well-being as well.
The truth of Andrew’s statement allowed me to realize that what I lacked wasn’t happiness but vitality. When I look back on the happier periods of my life, it was my vitality that made them so. Happiness, then, isn’t the pursuit, but rather the result; the result of living with vitality. Happiness rests between depression and vitality as the baseline of contentment.
I’m shown these very patterns in my connection with Nature, in my relationship with the mountains and the sea. Perhaps I’m drawn to the mountains and the ocean because they can give rise to these emotional states; depression, the baseline of happiness, and vitality. I experience a happiness baseline when I sit contently on my surfboard waiting. As waves roll in I paddle with intent, not knowing the outcome. I either connect and flow upon the water in a state vitality, or I fall, the waves pulling me beneath the sea into darkness and chaos. Similarly, running in the mountains has it’s own peaks of vitality and valleys of depression, along with flat and steady baseline efforts. If you’ve suffered on the trails or resurfaced ocean depths gasping for air perhaps you can understand the experience of depression.
I create suffering in order to experience vitality. Perhaps I can’t experience vitality without depression? Our pursuit of the state between (happiness) is doing nothing more than numbing us of what life is, or what it should be. To reach mountain peaks we must push through the valleys, to ride the ocean’s waves we should expect to be pulled into it’s depths. Mountain ascents and conquered waves wouldn’t be possible without the suffering it took to experience them.
I’m embarking on a divergent quest now, bypassing happiness to recapture vitality. A sustained vitality I’ve experienced a handful of times in my life, recognized by an exuberant physical strength and mental vigor, and a meaningful purposeful existence. I realize now it’s a life long quest that doesn’t end at the top of a mountain, but resumes in the descent. I realize my meaningful existence may be one of a pursuant nature, a constant quest for the vital peaks and depressive dips, only pausing at the baseline of happiness to catch my breath.