“Happiness is a virtue, not a reward.”- Dutch Philosopher Spinoza
Imagine a woman whose desires were unfulfilled, but she didn’t realise it. Just assume for a moment that her pleasures derived from misunderstandings and deceptions.
For instance, her husband deceived her, but she didn’t know about it. Her child failed at school but told her that he passed. She was thinking that she had the admiration of her colleagues; however, they were laughing at her behind her back. Finally, she had a potentially perilous tumour in her body which she hadn’t found out about yet.
She was happily living in a paradise derived from a lack of information or misinterpretation. And, one day, she got hit by a car and died in the blink of an eye.
Should we sum up her life as happy or not?