Happiness

I saw a short film once called "Happiness" a woman of around sixty who works at a condom-testing lab envies her boss's shoes. She goes to a store that sells boxes of happiness, buys one, but never opens it. She returns the happiness and uses her money to buy the shoes, instead. She ends up back at work with sore feet from her new shoes. Her boss is wearing a new pair of shoes that catch the worker's eye. Cute film. Does our constant envy and pursuit of material things prevent us from opening a box that could be our true happiness? Is that what we're doomed to do? Or, is the happiness in the pursuit of whatever it is we fancy, so we have to endlessly envy and pursue just to be happy. Simply opening a box can't ever be enough for us. Or, would the characteristics of a person who is willing to buy and open a box of happiness be the characteristics that allow a person to be happy? The rest of us are indecisive, envious, and materialistic, our own obstacles to happiness. I don't know whether searching or settling is the key? Maybe settling into our seeking nature might work. I tend to get unhappy if I have nothing to work toward, but then once I reach a goal, I need to set another one. The happiness is in the doing. It makes me most unhappy to be too exhausted to be able to set another goal, but then I guess I need to be happy in the tween times. A bit of settling is good for the soul. I want to buy the shoes and the box of happiness, to take out and open in between shoe purchases. I am voracious. Maybe that's my obstacle.