For the last
three months I’ve been traveling around Nepal, trekking, living in homestays,
learning Thangka painting and Nepali, and exploring different realms of
happiness in such a foreign context. As a junior attending Bennington College,
happiness is literally what I study, and while overseas I was considering its
relation to religion, village life, and—perhaps most challengingly—within
myself. Though I came out of it with more questions then when I
began, there
were a number of observations I found myself making along the way.
One of the
things that I was most interested in was the affect of Buddhism and Hinduism
not only on the people practicing them, but on the society as a whole as well.
For a long time I have been keenly interested in Buddhism, with its emphasis on
loving-kindness, compassion, wisdom, care of the earth, and mindfulness seeming
like a philosophy for life that would surely lead to greater joy. Along with
this, enlightenment truly appeared the ultimate release. During my time in
Nepal, I had a chance to stay at a Buddhist monastery, living and meditating
with monks and conducting participant observation.
What I perceived
was that, though participation in religion or spirituality does, as multiple
studies show, have an impact on an individual’s well-being in positive ways,
the monks at Namo Buddha monastery had a wide variety of things going for them beyond
their religious practices. While most of them, from what I could tell, were not
enlightened, and still felt anger or frustration, they didn’t have to worry
about where their food came from or that they would have a roof above their
heads, and their “job” was literally the most meaningful
thing to them. Along
with this, the goal of enlightenment is not the same as the goal of happiness,
but rather happiness is a result of the former. In this way, it seemed to me
that the life of a monk may be a happy one, not only do to increased
mindfulness and greater compassion, but also because of their lifestyle, its
reduced stress, increased meaning, and strong community. I no longer felt like
I needed to join a nunnery in order to receive such benefits, but rather
considered that I or anyone else could shape my own surroundings and practices
to create a lifestyle beneficial to me.
A little while
later I found myself living in Balamchur, a small Nepali village. Another
burning question on my mind throughout the trip was “How much is necessary to
be happy? What are the very basics required for life satisfaction?” And while the village was well off
enough for me not to be able to fully explore that question, their way of life
was definitely something that many westerners may view as “not having enough”.
In a more consumeristic culture, where we’re advertised that you can buy
happiness with a new car, houses that are floored with buffalo dung and filled
with smoke during meal times may seem unsatisfactory. But while many in the
village discussed the benefits of development and tourism, no one ever seemed
to be in a bad mood either. I saw the men come in from the fields at four or
five, while my father at home didn’t finish working until seven or eight at
night, and sometimes even then continued to work at home. The small community often
ate together, laughing, joking and dancing. Everything they needed they were
able to make, and knowledge was passed down from parent to child. I found that
many of the materials in our lives are not as necessary as we make them out to
be, and that space created by a lack of stuff allows more room for human
connection, meaningful activities, and less stress.
Though I learned
many things during my time in Nepal, insights regarding happiness and
otherwise, the trip as a whole was very challenging. I thought traveling would
solve all my problems: I’d be humbled and glowing at the beautiful sights, find
a new home in the culture, and become the less lazy, more well-thought-out,
kind, and confident person I’d created in my head. But while it was undoubtedly
amazing, it wasn’t like all my self-doubts, negative thoughts, and struggles
were just going to magically disappear. What I discovered, however, is that
that was okay. As someone who studies happiness, for the longest time whenever
I was sad I considered it to be a failure, not only of emotions, but of my
lifestyle, practices, and work. Crying was like getting an “F” on a test, and I
had a million techniques to cheer myself up, whether or not I actually
understood what was wrong. But beating yourself up about being sad, or getting
frustrated with yourself for being angry only fuels the negative fire. What I
learned in Nepal is that it can be okay to feel sad—to feel whatever emotion you’re
feeling. Instead of yelling at yourself about it, accept it, examine it, and
let yourself move on. It’s much
easier and kinder to love yourself during the times when you’re hurting the
most, and more beneficial for you.
Abby Morical
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