There are lots of things that depress me. Like world poverty,
child soldiers and Ravi B winning Chutney Soca Monarch; but nothing makes me
more miserable than the cult of happiness. What is the cult of happiness? Well
it’s the motley crew of pop psychologists, self-help gurus and advertisers who have
turned the idea of happiness into a lame fad. Or any given day I am constantly
bombarded via media or friends with cheerful recommendations on how I can be a
happier person. Like “start running Darryn-it will make you healthy and
happier. Or “practice mindfulness Darryn-it will make you feel more relaxed and
happier. Or “please buy this really expensive car Darryn- It will make you
happy. Because then the hot woman in the poster might go out with you”.
