Happiness is lukewarm.
Tragedy is far more vivid, far more keen, far more lively, far more human.
Happiness does not kill us.
But, at least, happiness is very close to boredom. Or, almost the same.
What we are afraid the most is boredom.
If we can escape from boredom, we do anything.
Theft, drug, cheat, voyeur, murder, war…
Our human history is full of war.
It means our human history is full of boredom.