The noblest art is that of making others happy.
Why do we do what we do?
Why do I write?
“The noblest art is that of making others happy.” — P.T. Barnum
Flying from Los Angeles to London (and onto home near Amsterdam), I watched “The Greatest Showman.” I was already good with the film with the quote before the film.
Sure, there’s love, meaning, and other important stuff. But happy? That’s one I shoot for. Those other things (love, meaning, etc.) bring happiness. Is that what we’re aiming, striving, and living for? Is it happiness?
What does it really mean anyway?
- happy: delighted, pleased, or glad, as over a particular thing
- joy: the emotion of great delight or happiness caused by something exceptionally good or satisfying; keen pleasure; elation
- love: what is intended to be, or actually is, expressed or indicated; signification; import
- meaning: what is intended to be, or actually is, expressed or indicated; signification; import
What is it? What are we after?