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In 2018, after fifteen years together and six years of marriage, my wife told me that our relationship was no longer working for her and that she wanted to separate. I was left trying to decide what hurt more: the loss of the relationship itself or what felt like the betrayal of the vows we had made. In sickness and in health, for better or worse, until death parted us. Those promises had described the future as I understood it. Suddenly, they did not.
I spent many hours talking with my mother and friends, returning to some version of the same question: How could she do this to me, and how could she do it to us? It was partly a search for an explanation, but it was also an argument with reality. I believed our shared history, the difficult years we had already survived and the commitment we had made to our later years ought to count for more than they apparently did.
She told me that she no longer felt the kind of romantic and physical connection she needed from a marriage. For her, companionship, shared history and the other parts of our covenant could not compensate for what was missing. I did not share her conclusion, but I came to understand it even while experiencing her decision as a betrayal of our vows.
Marriage requires two people to sustain it, but only one to withdraw. I made the case for the life we had built and the future I believed remained possible. A covenant may carry moral obligations, yet it cannot be preserved by one person alone. Eventually, there was nothing left to negotiate except the conditions of the ending.
By 2019, I had lost twenty pounds from stress. The house was sold, and I moved in with my mother to serve as her caretaker. The divorce was amicable in conduct, even when its consequences were devastating. I have seen divorces animated by cruelty, revenge and the deliberate destruction of whatever survives after the marriage has failed. Ours was not like that, and I remain thankful for it. Suffering is not a tournament, however, and perspective does not make an experience painless.
Fiona, our white cat, came with me. She became the finest snuggle companion and love cat a temporarily broken man could have asked for. She offered warmth, routine and uncomplicated affection when all three were badly needed. Fiona died in 2025 and still holds a dear place in my heart. She helped carry me through one loss before I had to grieve hers.

Fiona, who came with me in 2019 and remained a beloved companion until 2025
Divorce is not the same as death, but it breaks many of the same bonds. A familiar person disappears from the role she occupied in my life, taking with her not only the present relationship but an imagined future. The difference is that she remains alive somewhere beyond the boundary of that shared world. The grief therefore carries an additional question: this person did not simply vanish; she chose to leave.
In the final portion of his conversation on TRIGGERnometry, Arthur Brooks presents falling in love as the ultimate example of prudent risk-taking. The phrase initially sounds too calm for the experience it describes. Love exposes us to rejection, grief and the possibility that another person will change in ways we cannot control. Even the happiest relationship eventually exposes someone to loss. Yet the sensible response cannot be to eliminate the risk by refusing to love. A life shielded from every wound would also be cut off from much of what makes life worth living.
This is the difficult territory left after defining happiness and identifying its false substitutes. A happy life is not one in which nothing terrible happens, nor is pain evidence that we have failed to construct one correctly. The more serious question is what pain becomes after it arrives. It can harden into permanent accusation, turn inward as self-punishment or gradually become part of a more honest understanding of ourselves and other people.
Brooks offers a compact formula for the distinction: suffering equals pain multiplied by resistance. It is better read as a heuristic than a clinical equation. Pain is the wound itself; resistance is the mind’s continuing insistence that reality must not be what it already is. One of the hosts describes noise in his home that he could not eliminate. Once he stopped fighting its existence and arranged his life around it, the noise remained but much of his suffering receded.
The stakes of divorce are considerably higher than irritating noise, but I recognized the mechanism. “How could she do this?” was a legitimate moral question, particularly while I was trying to understand what our vows had meant to each of us. Repeating it indefinitely could not restore the marriage. In time, the question stopped uncovering information and became another way of refusing an answer I had already received.
Non-resistance does not mean passivity, and acceptance is not a moral pardon. Some causes of pain can and should be changed. Illness should be treated, injustice opposed and a failing relationship confronted while both people remain willing to repair it. Wisdom lies partly in recognizing which lever is still available. I could ask for honesty and examine my conduct. I could not make another person want the same future.
This raises an apparent tension in Brooks’s account: he speaks of suffering as sacred and part of being fully alive, but also argues that we can reduce it by relinquishing resistance to unavoidable pain. I would put the first claim more cautiously. I did not want my divorce or, years later, Fiona’s death. Pain does not become valuable merely because we survive it, nor does an injury become virtuous through severity. A life fully alive does not go looking for wounds. It accepts vulnerability as the cost of loving others and pursuing goods that can be lost.
The divorce taught me, but it did not teach automatically. Whatever wisdom I gained emerged through conversations, reflection and decisions made after the initial crisis had passed. That process helped me move from blaming her to blaming myself and finally toward a more complicated account of us. It did not divide responsibility into mathematically equal shares. It allowed me to examine the part of the marriage that was mine to understand.
Looking back, I came to see how often I had confused being nice with being kind. Niceness, as I had practised it, tried to preserve the immediate calm. It avoided the difficult conversation, softened the unwelcome observation and plastered over cracks in the foundation in the hope that they would repair themselves. Kindness proved more demanding. It required accepting the discomfort of telling the truth before silence turned a manageable problem into structural damage.
Hard honesty begins with ourselves. We can believe we are being considerate while quietly withholding information another person needs in order to know us. Assumptions fill the resulting gaps, and because they are rarely tested, they can resemble mutual understanding for years. The surface remains pleasant until it can no longer bear the weight placed upon it.
Better communication cannot save every relationship because honest people sometimes want incompatible things. Truth guarantees nothing, but it clarifies the risk they are taking together and replaces unspoken expectations with something less comfortable but more solid.
Gratitude arrived much later. For a long time, acknowledging that the marriage contained real happiness felt dangerously close to excusing the way it ended. Yet the fifteen years were not all bad. Most of them were pretty good. The ending did not retroactively poison every shared meal, private joke, difficult season survived or ordinary day of companionship. Those experiences were real even though the permanence I attached to them was not.
I still qualify that gratitude. The betrayal continues to irk me in the way a scar does not quite feel like the surrounding skin. A scar is not an open wound, but neither is it evidence that nothing happened. Gratitude does not require us to falsify the texture of memory. It is not a final acquittal delivered upon the past; it is the gradual recovery of what was worth having from the pain of how it was lost.
Fiona taught the same truth in a gentler register. Knowing now that I would lose her does not make me wish she had not come with me. Grief should not have exclusive ownership of the memories that preceded it. The pain belongs to the story, but it does not get to claim the entire story as its own.
By 2020, I was ready to try again, though “ready” may grant the process more tidiness than it possessed. I made one commitment to myself: I would be honest about who I was, what I wanted and what I brought to the table. I had no interest in selling someone a polished version of myself and hoping reality would arrive too gradually to cause trouble.
Six years into my current relationship, it is about as good as relationships get. There are still problems and irritations because two imperfect people have not discovered a loophole in the human condition. Marriage may be on the horizon. Would it be a slam dunk? I know better than to claim that. People and their desires change over time, and vows cannot remove the freedom that gives them meaning.
What we can do is communicate, listen and try to understand what the person beside us is feeling before the cracks disappear beneath another coat of plaster. We can tell the truth early enough for kindness to remain possible. None of this guarantees permanence. It creates better conditions for trust and gives both people a fairer understanding of the life they are choosing.
This is what makes love a prudent risk rather than blind optimism. Prudence does not eliminate uncertainty; it asks whether the good being pursued is worthy of the exposure it requires. I entered this relationship without believing I had made myself invulnerable to another loss. I knew more clearly what love asks of me and what avoidance had once allowed me not to say.
A fully alive person is not someone who has learned to enjoy suffering. There is no moral achievement in remaining inside preventable misery, and no virtue in refusing help when pain becomes unmanageable. The choice is not between worshipping suffering and fleeing every discomfort. It is between treating pain as one part of life and allowing the fear of pain to determine the boundaries of living.
Enjoyment, satisfaction and meaning do not form a protective wall around a life lived properly. Faith, family, friendship and meaningful work matter partly because they draw us beyond the small territory we could keep perfectly controlled.
I would not choose the divorce again merely to preserve its lessons. I would not choose Fiona’s death to prove that her companionship mattered. Yet I remain grateful for what was good in my marriage, for the white cat who helped a temporarily broken man find warmth again, and for the relationship that later asked me to risk an uncertain future with greater honesty.
Happiness does not require a painless life. It requires enough openness to keep loving what can be lost, enough judgment to change what can still be changed, and enough humility to carry what cannot. The scar remains different from the surrounding skin, but it belongs to a living body.

By the time we performed Mozart’s Missa brevis in F major, K. 192, most of the work had already been done. Learning the Mass required hours devoted to rhythm, phrasing and tone, active listening, regular rehearsals, instructions pencilled into the score, and conversations with the conductor about difficult passages. It became a nearly totalizing choral experience.
During the performance, much of that technical work receded into the background. I could remain present, engaged with the music and responsive to the conductor, because the necessary decisions had been practised into me. After living and breathing a work for long enough, one is no longer merely singing the correct notes, but producing art that can speak to and move another person.
Calling the experience happiness leaves important details unexplained. The preparation included repetition, frustration and the knowledge that an exposed mistake could affect more than my own performance. Removing those difficulties would not have improved it. The work made possible a degree of competence, attention and participation that would otherwise have remained closed to me.

In a recent conversation on the TRIGGERnometry podcast, Arthur Brooks argued that our pursuit of happiness often goes wrong because we begin with a faulty definition. We imagine happiness as a sustained condition of cheerfulness or freedom from distress, and then treat sadness, anxiety or frustration as evidence that something has gone wrong.
But human emotional life was never designed to provide uninterrupted pleasure. Fear alerts us to danger, sadness registers loss, and anxiety prepares us for uncertainty. These emotions can become excessive or disordered, but their presence does not prove that happiness has abandoned us. A life without pain, fear or sadness would not necessarily be happy; it might simply be impossible.
Brooks instead describes happiness as a combination of enjoyment, satisfaction and meaning. He calls them its “macronutrients.” The metaphor is a useful heuristic, not a scientific anatomy of the good life. Happiness is not one sensation that must be continuously maintained, but something that emerges when several human needs are met in reasonable proportion.
Enjoyment is more than pleasure
The first distinction Brooks makes is between pleasure and enjoyment. Food, alcohol, gambling, sex, comfort and attention can all produce pleasure. None is necessarily bad, but the sensation is immediate and temporary. Once it fades, it must either be accepted as complete or pursued again.
Enjoyment asks more of us. Brooks argues that pleasure becomes enjoyment when we add people and memory. Gambling alone at four in the morning is not the same experience as prudently playing cards with friends, just as stress-eating alone is different from sharing a meal and conversation with people whose company we value.
“Pleasure asks how we can feel good right now. Enjoyment asks whether this good thing is enlarging our experience or merely administering another sensation.”
People and memory capture much of the distinction, though reading, gardening, listening to music or walking alone can also be deeply enjoyable. What matters is whether we are present to the experience or merely using a sensation to alter our mood. A favourite piece can become background noise, just as a good meal can be consumed while scrolling without our having properly tasted it. We receive the stimulus, but scarcely inhabit the experience.
Pleasure asks how we can feel good right now. Enjoyment asks whether this good thing is enlarging our experience or merely administering another sensation. The Mozart offered something more substantial than the pleasure of singing beautiful music because I was participating in a shared undertaking, responding to the conductor and other singers, and contributing my voice to something none of us could have produced alone.
Yet its depth depended upon everything that came before it: the difficult passages, corrections in the score and gradual acquisition of competence. To understand that part, we need Brooks’s second element of happiness: satisfaction.
Satisfaction needs resistance
Satisfaction contains a paradox: experiences that ultimately satisfy us may require us to tolerate frustration, defer gratification and continue working without immediate reward. Brooks calls it the joy of an accomplishment joined to struggle. A student who cheats on an examination may receive an A, but cannot experience the satisfaction of mastering the material. The outward evidence remains while the process that would have made it real has been bypassed.
More importantly, the work changes the person doing it. Learning demanding music develops attention, discipline, judgment and the ability to respond to other performers. Those capacities cannot be transferred with the sheet music or acquired through a shortcut. Preparation does more than delay the reward; it makes a deeper experience of the music possible.
The professional support singers in our community choir reveal a subtler version of the same principle. They sight-read fluently, model accurate rhythm and intonation, and sing with a clarity and control that can raise the standard of an entire section. Yet the singer standing nearby can use that excellence in two very different ways.
One can simply sing behind the professional, allowing the stronger voice to determine every entrance, rhythm and phrase. The immediate performance may improve, but the amateur is chiefly practising how to follow. Alternatively, one can listen actively: noticing the placement of a consonant, comparing intonation, understanding how a difficult rhythm fits the phrase, and gradually learning to share responsibility for leading the section.
In the first case, professional support substitutes for musicianship; in the second, it becomes a model through which musicianship develops. Help does not cheapen an accomplishment when it enables us to do the necessary work. It becomes a shortcut when we use it to avoid developing the capacity ourselves.
Worthwhile struggle derives its value from what it serves: learning, creation, responsibility, love or some other intelligible good. A task gains nothing merely from being unpleasant, and needless suffering does not ennoble us. Still, worthwhile goals often ask something from us before they give something back.
“A singer does not invent the score, tradition, text, ensemble or disciplines required to participate. He enters an inheritance that precedes him, develops a voice within it, and helps carry it forward.”
Brooks illustrates this through a child who snacks continuously and arrives at dinner without an appetite. Anticipation and hunger allow the eventual meal to satisfy. I recognize a musical version of that anticipation in preparing for Haydn’s Missa Cellensis, a work considerably longer and more complex than the Mozart. Although I have not yet received the score, two months of listening have taught me its shape and left me eager to discover what the tenor line will demand. The pleasure is already present, along with appetite and expectation.
Modern life encourages the opposite approach: obtain more of what we want while reducing the effort required. This works well when the object is convenience, but less reliably when the goal is competence, character, intimacy or art. Efficiency can deliver a product; it cannot always reproduce the development involved in making or earning it.
Success brings another limit. Brooks calls our expectation of lasting fulfilment the “arrival fallacy”: the promotion becomes our job, the new possession becomes familiar, and the completed performance becomes a memory.
His informal equation describes satisfaction as what we have divided by what we want. We usually try to improve the result by increasing what we have, while neglecting the possibility of governing what we want. This does not require abandoning ambition. I can take pride in the Mozart while anticipating the harder Haydn. Satisfaction becomes possible when the next goal does not invalidate the accomplishment that preceded it.
A person can therefore become extremely competent and accumulate impressive achievements without asking what they are for. Effort can make an accomplishment satisfying; it cannot, by itself, make it meaningful.
Meaning asks what the work is for
A chorister can learn every entrance, reproduce the correct rhythm and sing with an attractive tone while remaining concerned principally with his own performance. Those are real accomplishments. But even a technically successful performance can feel hollow if the singer never lifts his eyes from his own score to consider what the music communicates or what his voice contributes to the whole.
Brooks breaks meaning into three related questions. Coherence asks how the pieces of life fit together. Purpose asks why we are doing what we are doing. Significance asks why our lives and actions matter.
These questions operate naturally inside music. Learning the architecture of a Mass gives coherence to what might initially appear to be a long sequence of notes and unfamiliar Latin. Purpose asks whether I am singing merely to demonstrate competence or helping an ensemble create something none of us could produce alone. Significance reaches further: a performance can create beauty, preserve a musical inheritance, express grief or joy, and move someone who may never know the names of the people singing.
The choir also reveals meaning as something we often receive rather than construct privately. A singer does not invent the score, tradition, text, ensemble or disciplines required to participate. He enters an inheritance that precedes him, develops a voice within it, and helps carry it forward. Meaning can be encountered, inhabited and shared.
This is especially apparent in sacred music, where the singer enters both a composition and a religious inheritance. Brooks argues that religious practice offers an especially comprehensive source of meaning because it answers all three questions within one account of reality. Within that account, coherence comes from understanding the world as proceeding from the mind of God; purpose comes from orienting one’s life toward the divine will; and significance rests upon each person possessing a relationship to the divine that cannot be reduced to status, utility or achievement.
Importantly, he distinguishes religious identity from religious practice. Calling oneself Catholic, Anglican or Jewish does not automatically provide a meaningful life. A tradition supplies coherence, purpose and significance only when it is taken seriously enough to shape how a person understands and lives.
Religion is not the only place people encounter meaning. A parent caring for a child, a teacher helping a student, or a volunteer sustaining a local institution may endure considerable frustration while understanding exactly whom the work serves. Family, friendship, vocation, service, philosophy, art and moral responsibility can all connect a person to goods beyond immediate self-interest.
Brooks’s larger point survives that qualification: meaning requires more than keeping busy or feeling intensely. It requires some account of why our actions matter and what they ultimately serve. A choir becomes capable of producing something beautiful when each singer develops a voice strong enough to contribute and disciplined enough to remain part of the whole.
Happiness is found inside the work
Brooks’s model is most persuasive when enjoyment, satisfaction and meaning are not treated as separate compartments. In the Mozart, enjoyment came from participating attentively in something beautiful and shared. Satisfaction rested upon preparation, correction and growing competence. Meaning emerged through contributing to the choir, the music and the people listening.
Happiness extended beyond the few moments of performance. It was distributed across the undertaking: hearing the music take shape, wrestling with difficult passages, learning from the conductor and section leads, rehearsing, and finally bringing the work before an audience.
Not every moment felt good, nor did it need to. Frustration meant something remained to be learned; anxiety reflected the fact that the performance mattered. Pain alone would not have accomplished this, but a life arranged to avoid every difficulty would have made the accomplishment impossible.
This may be why happiness is so difficult to pursue directly. If we chase the feeling itself, effort appears as an impediment, discomfort as failure and other people as instruments of gratification. But if we learn to enjoy what deserves our attention, accept the work required to become capable, and direct that competence toward purposes we did not invent entirely for ourselves, happiness may arrive without becoming the object of every action.
Happiness may be less like the applause at the end of a performance than the music itself: something that emerges when disciplined voices listen, answer and contribute to a whole that none could create alone.
References
- TRIGGERnometry, “Why Crazy Activism Is Taking Over the West — Harvard Professor Arthur Brooks,” July 10, 2026. See also the official episode page.
- Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart, Missa brevis in F major, K. 192, Carus-Verlag.
- Joseph Haydn, Missa Cellensis (St. Cecilia Mass), Hob. XXII:5, Carus-Verlag.
I knew there was a reason to give Philosophy another go. :)
Most of the articles on Cracked.com induce you into becoming a crazed euphoria-seeking serial-clicking monkey. Not necessarily a bad permutation, but almost always a drain on the productive use of ones time. However, I really enjoyed this article on the misconceptions we hold about what will make us happy in life and found it to be quite thought provoking and informative. The first bit is here, the rest can be found at Cracked.com.
5 Things You Think Will Make You Happy (But Won’t)
By: Jane Jones, David Wong February 17, 200
“If 80s movies taught us anything, it’s that at some point you’re going to run into a mysterious relic that lets you switch bodies with other people.
Would you use it? Would you choose to switch lives with, say, Brad Pitt or Angelina Jolie or Dale DeBone? Most people would.
But let’s say the artifact doesn’t let you choose, but will instead switch you randomly with one of the other six billion people on the planet. Virtually nobody will take that deal, for fear they’d switch with some poor villager in Nigeria.
So what does that say about us? Well, according to experts, it says almost everything we think about what would make us happy is dead wrong. Let’s look at the five things we’re most wrong about, with some pictures of adorable animals for good measure.”
Go to the little girls’ aisle at the department store, if you’re not there already. On the shelves you’ll see the dominant little girl fantasy isn’t Cinderella or even Dora the Explorer. It’s Hannah Montana. Playsets come complete with a camera, makeup and a mirror for Hannah to admire herself in.

The girls play with that when they’re eight, and by 16 they’re on MySpace, pouting at the camera in their underwear and watching the friend requests pour in. In a recent survey of high school kids, 51 percent said their ultimate goal was to become famous.
This is brand new to humanity; for thousands of years, material goods and security dominated. Now, fame is at the top. Obviously part of the reason is the perception that anybody can get famous these days–reality TV and YouTube have proven that you can become a celebrity for doing not a goddamned thing. But there’s another, less obvious factor. And it explains why so many famous people are miserable.
So What’s the Problem?
Experts say where you find kids who desperately want to be famous, you find a history of neglect at home.




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