In this meditation, Rupert Spira states: "Whatever makes us happy, will, by definition, also make us unhappy." I've been pondering this statement for some time now, what does this mean for the human condition?

In A Happy Death, Albert Camus describes Mersault's frustration and sadness after Marthe's interaction with another man.

He forgot Marthe, who had been merely the pretext of his joy and was now the living body of his rage.

This is a stark contrast, as in the previous paragraph, Marthe's very existence brought joy and excitement to his seemingly dull life.