Happiness (n.) chased too fast gets overtaken and left behind.
Happiness (n.) can be what suffocates: 'I am too happy; happiness bores me', says Julie before her death.
Happiness (n.) is a pagan category of the pleasure principle — no wonder the Dalai Lama's gospel of it sells best in the empire of its pursuit.
Happiness (n.) costs the subject the courage of its desire: we stay happy by never facing the consequences of what we want.
Happiness (n.) is inherently hypocritical: the bliss of dreaming about things we do not really want — the worst that can happen is to get what we officially desire.
Happiness (n.) sabotages itself once our spiritualized hedonism declares it the goal of life: anxiety and depression explode precisely then — which is why Freud is more pertinent than ever.
Happiness (n.) is not a category of truth but of mere being — confused and inconsistent, like the immigrant who said: "Yes, I am very happy, aber glücklich bin ich nicht."
Happiness (n.) flourished in 1980s Czechoslovakia: needs met but not too well, brief shortages to make you grateful, a Party to blame, and a West to dream of at just the right distance.
Happiness (n.) should not be chased too hard — you might overtake it and leave it behind; like Achilles, who can pass the tortoise but never catch her. The Real is a limit always missed, too early or too late.
Happiness (n.) may require a double renunciation: in Claudel, Orion gets the unconditional passion and dies after one night, Orso gets to marry Pensée but renounces sex — two scenarios that must occur in fantasy for a normal marriage to take place.