It&rsquo;s International Day of Happiness and what better to mark it than a browse through a book about finding happiness? More so since it is World Storytelling Day, too. In this novel, the Dalai Lama asks his cat, Rinpoche, to find the true causes of happiness, and the feline obligingly sets out on her journey of discovery. Some extracts...
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I remembered the psychologist down at the caf&eacute; describing how people often have little idea about what will make them happy. His illustrations were intriguing, and as he spoke, something else struck me about his message: it was quite familiar because the Dalai Lama often used to say the same thing. He didn&rsquo;t use words like presentism, but his meaning was identical.
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His Holiness also observed how we tell ourselves that our happiness depends on certain situations, relationships, or accomplishments. How we think we&rsquo;ll be unhappy if we don&rsquo;t get what we want. Just as he pointed out the paradox that, even when we do get what we want, it often fails to deliver the happiness we expect.
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Settling down on the sill, I gazed out into the night. Squares of light flickered through the darkness from the monks&rsquo; residences. Aromas wafted through the first floor window, hinting at the evening meals being prepared in the monastery kitchens.
I listened to the bass-toned chants from the temple, as the senior monks brought their early evening meditation session to a close. Despite the trauma of the afternoon and coming back to an empty, unlighted home, as I sat on the sill with my paws tucked under me, I felt a contentment more profound than I would have ever predicted.
What makes you purr? Of all the questions in the world, this is the most important. It is also the great leveller. Because no matter whether you are a playful kitten or a sedentary senior, a scrawny alley Tom or a sleek-coated uptown girl, whatever your circumstances you just want to be happy. Not the kind of happy that comes and goes like a can of flaked tuna, but an enduring happiness. The deep-down happiness that makes you purr from the heart.
I was padding along the corridor of the executive wing when Lobsang called out to me. &ldquo;HHC! Come here, my little one! There&rsquo;s something you&rsquo;ll want to see.&rdquo; I ignored him, of course. We cats are not given to kowtowing to every plea, entreaty, or even humble petition made by humans. Lobsang was not to be deterred, however, and moments later I was being picked up, taken to his office, and placed on his desk.
&ldquo;I&rsquo;m Skyping Bhutan,&rdquo; he told me. &ldquo;And I spotted someone I thought you&rsquo;d like to see.&rdquo; His computer screen revealed a sumptuously furnished room and to one side of it, a window seat on which a Himalayan cat was lying on her back, sunning her tummy. She had her head tilted back, her eyes closed, and her legs and bushy tail splayed in what Ludo might have termed &ldquo;the pose of the starfish.&rdquo;
For cats, this is the most defenceless, trusting, and contented of all poses. It took me a few moments before I realised&hellip; could it really be? Yes, it was! But how she had grown! &ldquo;Her official title is Her Royal Highness&rsquo;s Cat,&rdquo; Lobsang told me. &ldquo;And they tell me she is as adored at the palace there as you are here at Namgyal.&rdquo;
I watched the rise and fall of Snow Cub&rsquo;s tummy as she dozed in the sun, remembering how miserable I&rsquo;d been just days earlier when Chogyal had removed the beige blanket from the bedroom and with it had deprived me of the tender memories of my little girl.
Or so I&rsquo;d felt at the time. Since then I had come to learn that my unhappiness had been inflicted not by Chogyal but, unintentionally, by myself. By wallowing in my own nostalgic memories, spending so much time thinking about a relationship that had moved on, I had been needlessly carrying pain. Suffering. Meanwhile, Snow Cub had grown into a new life as the beloved palace cat of the queen of Bhutan. Could any mother wish for more?
Turning, I stepped closer to where Lobsang was sitting at his desk and bent down to massage his fingers with my face. &ldquo;HHC!&rdquo; he exclaimed. &ldquo;You&rsquo;ve never done that before!&rdquo; As he responded by scratching my neck, I closed my eyes and began to purr. Ludo was right: happiness was not to be found in the past. Not in trying to relive memories, however beguiling. It could only be experienced in this moment, here and now.
Lobsang said, &ldquo;There are few of us, I think, who don&rsquo;t make the same mistake. Believing in I&rsquo;ll be happy when I retire. When I have such and such an amount of money. When I achieve this particular goal.&rdquo; He paused, smiling at the absurdity of it. &ldquo;We create our own superstitions and then persuade ourselves to believe in them.&rdquo; &ldquo;Superstitions?&rdquo; challenged Sam. Lobsang nodded. &ldquo;Inventing a relationship between two things that have no connection, like a broken mirror and bad luck, or a black cat and good luck.&rdquo;
Lifting my face from the saucer, I looked over at him at that precise moment. All three of them laughed. &ldquo;Or a Himalayan cat,&rdquo; offered Serena, &ldquo;and extreme good luck.&rdquo; I resumed my lapping. Lobsang continued. &ldquo;We begin to believe that our happiness depends on a certain outcome or person or lifestyle. That&rsquo;s the superstition.&rdquo;
&ldquo;But I have shelves and shelves here&rdquo; Sam gestured behind him &ldquo;filled with books on goal-setting and positive thinking and manifesting abundance. Are you saying they&rsquo;re all wrong?&rdquo; Lobsang chuckled. &ldquo;Oh, no, that&rsquo;s not what I mean. It can be useful to have goals. Purpose. But we should never believe that our happiness depends on achieving them.
The two are really quite separate.&rdquo; There was silence while Sam and Serena digested this, broken only by the sound of my lapping and the dogs&rsquo; snuffling for crumbs under the table. &ldquo;If any object, achievement, or relationship was a true cause of happiness, then whoever had such a thing should be happy. but no such thing has ever been found,&rdquo; continued Lobsang.
&ldquo;What&rsquo;s saddest of all is that if we believe that our happiness depends on something we don&rsquo;t currently have, then we can&rsquo;t be happy here and now. Yet here and now is the only time we can be happy. We can&rsquo;t be happy in the future; it doesn&rsquo;t yet exist.&rdquo; &ldquo;And when the future arrives,&rdquo; reflected Serena, &ldquo;we discover that whatever we believed would give us happiness doesn&rsquo;t make us as happy as we thought.&rdquo; &ldquo;Exactly,&rdquo; Lobsang said.
Sam was shifting in his seat. &ldquo;There was a neuroscience study on this not so long ago. I think it was called &lsquo;The disappointment of success&rsquo;. It looked at pregoal attainment versus postgoal attainment. Pregoal attainment the positive feeling people get working toward a goal is more intense and enduring in terms of brain activity than postgoal attainment, which elicits a short-lived feeling of release.&rdquo; &ldquo;Followed by the question, Is that all there is?&rdquo; suggested Serena. &ldquo;The journey really is more important than the destination,&rdquo; confirmed Lobsang.
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Today being Happiness Day, these extracts from the recently released book The Dalai Lama&rsquo;s Cat and the Art of Purring might throw some light on that elusive subject &ndash; through a cat&rsquo;s eyes

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Today being Happiness Day, these extracts from the recently released book The Dalai Lama&rsquo;s Cat and the Art of Purring might throw some light on that elusive subject &ndash; through a cat&rsquo;s eyes

Purrfect happiness on International Day of Happiness

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