Just watched a documentary on pirates around the coast of Somalia called “Stolen Seas” and it is fascinating to say the least. This is the second time in as many days that I’ve stumble across Somalia as a topic. The first mention of Somalia was in a book called “Why Nations Fail”, and they explain in some detail why Somalia is largely the failed state that it is today and why there is a lot more to it than what gets reported in the news. Not to be one to spoil what was said in the book, but lets just say Somalia’s problems that we are witnessing today is complicated to say the least and not quite of their own doing. Now, we normally only see in the news the reports of the piracy, but very little effort is made to explain the underlying factors to why people of Somalia have resorted to this way of live. Just a strange example of what make Somalia unique would be their concept of what the author terms “blood money". Somalia to this day is still ruled by nearly ten different tribes, even if there is somewhat of a central government in place. Now how it works is that it boils down to following. If I'm in tribe “A" supporter and drive into someone’s car that is supporter of tribe "B" and he dies of his injuries in the car accident, I would owe his next of kin the equivalent of say 100 camels. And this "blood money" even transcends your own life time into your children's life spans. Strange place.
Are these pirates just in a very misunderstood and desperate way looking for their own happiness in life?
For some reason, it took watching this documentary on pirates, to get me thinking about happiness and the meaning of it. Are these pirates just in a very misunderstood and desperate way looking for their own happiness in life? Not agreeing with the way they are going about looking for it, that is for sure. But they say that every person you meet, is looking for their own story while they are here on earth, there are no exceptions. But do we all really have the will, strength, support and let face it, luck, to find true happiness while we are here on earth? What about a child that dies early on in life? What about the peasant farmer that’s born in the middle of nowhere? Granted, being born in the middle of nowhere should give you a head start on the happiness wheel. You don’t know about the new iPhone that was released a week ago and how according to society at large, happiness without is just not possible.
What defines happiness for you? Why for some is it fast cars? And for some it is helping out and doing good? And for some it is a white picket fence and few kids running around or the lawn? And for some, no matter how much success, the endless pursuit of more? And for others it is adventure and exploring the world? I understand that anything worth having will be putting a fight and not just landing in your lap, but there seems to be as many definitions and takes on happiness as there are individuals on earth. Why do we as humans think only our take on happiness is the correct one, and everyone else have it wrong and it is our duty to help them see only your take on happiness is correct?