If I know that it’s going to trouble me someday, it ought to trouble me now, and therefore it doesn’t make me happy now. Unless, that is, we’re talking about things like choosing a job, knowing full well one may come to dislike it, or a friend or partner, knowing that someday they may leave or die or reveal hidden parts of themselves that are repugnant. In those cases, though, I don’t KNOW that things will go wrong; I only accept that it is a possibility, and the possibility of making a mistake is not a good reason for refusing present happiness.
@patricia · September 21, 2026 · 1 min read
In answer to Pepys’s question
I find this question a bit of a conundrum.
