Can reading make you happier? (2015)
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Happiness I've found easiest to achieve with that empathy. Understand those around you and know your place in the world and what is and is not possible to change. Being malleable in a group while still retaining a sense of self provides a way to travel and adapt in whatever situation you find. Only books provided me with enough experience to "know" myself and how I'd react in certain scenarios.
I don't think it matters much what you read. Whatever challenges you and gets you to see the world slightly askew.
If you came up with this thank you dear internet person!
To me, diving into different stories and perspectives basically broadens the way I perceive life in general.
Some recent mind-bending gems to me were all books by Hanya Yanagihara and the supreme universe Liu Cixin has built.
Good writing is very very very hard.
I'm not sure if that helped me understand other people better, but I think it may have helped me understand myself a little better. Get a little more in touch with my emotions about parts of my own life. A little catharsis.
And this is not the point, but I think that getting in touch with my own feelings more probably does lead to more empathy for me. I've definitely noticed that when I feel more compassion for myself, I often also notice an increased sense of compassion for others who I perceive similarly.
But I don't think it's very common for reading to be the thing that keeps people from "touching grass" enough.
Especially now that the competition is screens and social media.
Even when I don't see it live, chalk drawings on sidewalks are clear giveaways that young people still go outside and have fun.
I grew up with the internet pretty readily available and still had similar adventures to what the parent comment mentioned.
The internet has become ubiquitous to everyday life, but humans are still human and kids are still kids.
https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/45557/the-tables-turn...
Reading, slowly but steadily, tires me. I might then need to doze off for a few minutes to resume.
Certain other activities, on the other hand, keeps me awake, like mindless browsing, programming (especially at the beginning of a project), OS installation, and even (please do not laugh at this) filing taxes.
Why is it so? (This question in my mind has been long unanswered, so any inputs or suggestions are welcome).
Mindless browsing is one of the lowest work activities, but the influx of information is highly rewarding for the brain. That's why it's so addicting. Programming and OS installation are more work, but there is direct progress. Filing taxes is just work, but at again it's a very direct way to feel productive. All of these activities are immediately rewarding.
Reading on the other hand requires a lot of concentration, without much immediate reward. And I think the ratio here is highly subjective for most people.
Depends on the book.
Also, the act of reading and being immersed in a new story is instantly rewarding for most readers.
I've read a lot of stuff in life (like you, I'm sure), but it's still rare that I'd make it through more than a few pages of something without nodding off.
Even with books that I couldn't put down, I'd only make it through a chapter or two before calling it for the day; I need more engagement in my life, so don't feel alone if that's the same for you.
Out of curiosity why do you think it helped? Creating a sense of wonder and fun about the world?
I felt perhaps some of the stories "hit too close" on topics like the meaning (or rather, the lack of meaning) of life and civilization.
Wow.
I have thought about this, too. It has helped me understand and empathize with people loving and embracing Gods.
It is common to love Harry Potter even if he doesn’t exist. If some people starts loving a God based on scriptures, even if that God doesn’t exist in the physical plane, the love isn’t non-existent. It might be pure, too. I am Indian, and we have rich mythologies somewhat like the Greeks and the Nords. And, I felt that if people begins to love physically non-existent being, that love might help in tough times, give people peace, etc.
I understand your point, of course, I just want to clarify that there are important differences too.
Love of books themselves gives people help and peace too - it is a sort of healthy escape. You can immerse yourself in a book. I suppose books are like religious comfort in that sense.
And that's actually a problem. For them, that love for a fictional character that for them is real is, in many cases, more important that the love for real people. For whatever reason.
For Indian mythology, many, many people believe that their Gods are historical characters, too.
And I have seen plenty of non-zealous, non-fundamentalist, hatredless, kind people who believe in this way, and the peace they derive from it to see it as fully bad.
I know the other side of the coin, too. But you should know that such people exist.
I read some basic "Bible for Kids" kinda stuff before it, but the first time I felt something for Jesus Christ was through the novel Ben Hur.
When fiction and living religion is mixed in a good way, with zero ill-intent, the differences fade to a significant degree.
I have felt that, among other things, reading is also a means to escape, from anxiety, from the need to plan and structure your time and from the expectation to engage with others (particularly if you are an introvert). It is a lot like heavy drinking in that aspect (Oops)...
This study suggests that the reading induced flow state is the main reason for increased happiness.
Here are two:
Candide, and The Pilgrims Progress.
Try the novel "Three Men in a Boat".
It's extremely funny.
I loved Candide, and will try the other one.
The Life and Opinions of Tristram Shandy, Gentleman by Lawrence Sterne
The Recognitions by William Gaddis
I find it odd. Fiction was created as and remains fundamentally a form of entertainment. It’s like asking if watching Netflix can make you happier. Yes sure but not usually deeply.
This is just another symptom of how we’ve made literature precious, and appreciating it almost religious, certainly a form of snobbery. The New Yorker will write an article like this on “bibliotherapy” but never take seriously the idea you can get the same affect from binge watching the Sopranos.
If I spend a day reading a book, I feel as though I had a nice day reading.
If I binge watch a series I feel as though I wasted a day.
There must be some logical reason for this difference, even if both are “just entertainment”.
But perhaps some part of the population is getting out from under that now that fewer people watch broadcast television favouring on demand services instead.
I don't watch broadcast television any more at home but I do when visiting family and I now find it immensely irritating except for the few splendid things like Suchet's Poirot (better than the books in my opinion).
And occasionally a gem like Emma Thompson's Sense and Sensibility turns up as it did on a British TV channel last week. Perhaps it was the story and my own immediate circumstances together but it had me in gales of laughter at one moment and gushing with tears at another. I just turned the television off afterwards.
-- [1] https://firstmonday.org/ojs/index.php/fm/article/view/7729/6...
The first book drags in the middle, and the trilogy as a whole drags in the second book, but they're not impossible to read
A hero who smiles on principle, to spite a dictator who thinks he can control happiness (paraphrasing, sounds better in the text)
Knowing that someone didn't really betray you in the end
"I wonder how Preservation felt when his creations repeatedly failed him"
"Maybe Preservation knew that the emperor of mankind was about to lay down in the ash, never to get up"
"There's always another secret"
"I'm not sure if dismemberment is fatal for his kind"
The big bad evil guy no-selling a couple of spears sticking through his torso
Launching yourself through the air to gank an enemy commander
A bad guy who's nostalgic and trying to do his best for the world just in a fucked up way
Powers of two are a sign of divine intervention
"I write these words in steel, because nothing else can be trusted"
If two people both use the magic that lets them see a few seconds into the future during a fight, they both see a confusing mess of possible futures
Kelsier showing up somewhere, laying waste, and leaving. Happens twice I believe.
I think the scars from the Pits of Hathsin are some understated allegory for self-harm but maybe I'm imagining it.
I'm kinda pissed they did a deal with Fortnite. No movie and the franchise instead gets the equivalent of a McDonald's happy meal toy?
It's the only genre fiction I've really read in years
A little weak, though. I'd rather have something more impressive, like the message embedded in the decimals of Pi as found in the Contact novel. (That also doubles as an argument to present to believers: "if the real world had something so concrete and verifiable in the real world that could only have been inserted by the creator of the universe, that would be an actual reason to believe that such a creator exists. In the mean time... please don't".)
I never listen with eyes closed however if I do I'll fall asleep.
If you're reading the same old normative low-entropy "old-school soap opera" things (even if it's not a novel), you'll be fine.
If you step out of the bubble, it becomes painful to the point of destroying/changing your life.
Eg. real history of India that is outside the totally controlled colonial outposts of London/NY, and how closely the European moves till date matches what they were doing in classical non-Xtian Rome (many projects to this day are named after the genocidal Xtian "saints" from back then.).
> innovative courses to help people deal with the daily emotional challenges of existence.
No offense, but what the hell is this.
— Schopenhauer
—the english officers who used to eat lunch next to Schopenhauer
Ecclesiastes 1 New Revised Standard Version Updated Edition
Reflections of a Royal Philosopher
1 The words of the Teacher, the son of David, king in Jerusalem.
2 Vanity of vanities, says the Teacher, vanity of vanities! All is vanity.
3 What do people gain from all the toil at which they toil under the sun?
4 A generation goes, and a generation comes, but the earth remains forever.
5 The sun rises, and the sun goes down and hurries to the place where it rises.
6 The wind blows to the south and goes around to the north; round and round goes the wind, and on its circuits the wind returns.
7 All streams run to the sea, but the sea is not full; to the place where the streams flow, there they continue to flow.
8 All things are wearisome, more than one can express; the eye is not satisfied with seeing or the ear filled with hearing.
9 What has been is what will be, and what has been done is what will be done; there is nothing new under the sun.
10 Is there a thing of which it is said, “See, this is new”? It has already been in the ages before us.
11 The people of long ago are not remembered, nor will there be any remembrance of people yet to come by those who come after them.
The Futility of Seeking Wisdom
12 I, the Teacher, was king over Israel in Jerusalem.
13 I applied my mind to seek and to search out by wisdom all that is done under heaven; it is an unhappy business that God has given to humans to be busy with.
14 I saw all the deeds that are done under the sun, and see, all is vanity and a chasing after wind.
15 What is crooked cannot be made straight, and what is lacking cannot be counted.
16 I said to myself, “I have acquired great wisdom, surpassing all who were over Jerusalem before me, and my mind has had great experience of wisdom and knowledge.”
17 And I applied my mind to know wisdom and to know madness and folly. I perceived that this also is but a chasing after wind.
18 For in much wisdom is much vexation, and those who increase knowledge increase sorrow.
https://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Ecclesiastes%20...
History repeats.
But then again it has to:
Who ever listens?