I’m reading an incredible novel by an author I actually believe is the greatest writer, living or dead, the world has ever seen.
The writer is Jonathan Safran Foer, and the novel is Extremely Loud & Incredibly Close. He also wrote Everything is Illuminated, which is extraordinary.
One of the characters, an older Jewish man who has lost his ability to speak, writes of a rare moment of joy with a friend:
“It was one of the best days of my life, a day during which I lived my life and didn’t think about my life at all.”
Sometimes it’s the thought we put into our lives that makes them special. But sometimes – it’s just living.
Is this the key? To happiness? Anxiety? Depression? Fulfilment?
Perhaps it’s all there around us. The happiness. There for the taking, just living.