Meditation reveals that unhappiness is only on the surface, where things are slippery.
Happiness seems to come in a couple of places. When I am concentrating, I disconnect from things and plans that I am attached to, usually by degrees, recognizing that which I am not concentrating on, and not holding it tightly, going back to concentrating, and sometimes being distracted again and returning briefly to noticing how I am wrapped around something, attached or repelled.
Later, happiness is more broad and deep, a knowing of what has value, which is not intellectual at all, it is very much a direct relationship of body and mind to things I come in contact to, without much worry or second-guessing.
But surprisingly, I find that this comes not from freeing me from my objects of attachment, though it would seem so. Rather, through concentration, 'I' become literally non-separate from what I am in contact with, and then simply not there. What remains is information, exploration, and inspiration, all relative I suppose to more subtle states of 'me', which need more applied effort to vanish in a deeper return to non-separateness.
Later, happiness is more broad and deep, a knowing of what has value, which is not intellectual at all, it is very much a direct relationship of body and mind to things I come in contact to, without much worry or second-guessing.
But surprisingly, I find that this comes not from freeing me from my objects of attachment, though it would seem so. Rather, through concentration, 'I' become literally non-separate from what I am in contact with, and then simply not there. What remains is information, exploration, and inspiration, all relative I suppose to more subtle states of 'me', which need more applied effort to vanish in a deeper return to non-separateness.
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