How can we explain the depression in people who finally managed to live in the paradise? I was also surprised when I heard that for the first time but it makes sense when you think about it. The lack of goals – you’ve achieved yours – and the boredom can make you lose the purpose in life. So maybe that’s right, happiness is the path to pursuing something not the goal in itself. But then, does that mean that we are better off never reaching what we want?
Here’s a time-lapse video made from the pictures I took during a sunset in Costa Rica, which is the closest I’ve been to paradise and enjoying every second of it:
Even though I would keep setting goals for your life; otherwise what to live a life for?
