We want to do things that make ourselves happy, and we want to do things that make others happy.
One way to test whether we all want to do things that make others happy is to read a book or two. Try “Human Smoke” by Nicholson Baker, for instance. Another test would be to spend part of a day in prison or a mental hospital. But the most direct means I found to disabuse myself of the idea we all want to do things that make others happy is to meet more people. Having met more people, I am now more appreciative of the not-all people who not-all of the time want to be happy and see happiness. And I get made less not-happy because I no longer think everyone is terminally trying to make me happy.
It could not be less wrong that all hearts are as your heart.
One way to test whether we all want to do things that make others happy is to read a book or two. Try “Human Smoke” by Nicholson Baker, for instance. Another test would be to spend part of a day in prison or a mental hospital. But the most direct means I found to disabuse myself of the idea we all want to do things that make others happy is to meet more people. Having met more people, I am now more appreciative of the not-all people who not-all of the time want to be happy and see happiness. And I get made less not-happy because I no longer think everyone is terminally trying to make me happy.
It could not be less wrong that all hearts are as your heart.