Kafka said people don't choose happiness — they rent illusions and give it that name. Is he wrong?
He watched people build entire lives around things that kept them comfortable rather than things that were true.
Not out of stupidity. Out of necessity.
Because reality — unfiltered — is simply too heavy to carry every single day.
So they rented. Jobs that felt like purpose. Relationships that felt like belonging. Routines that felt like meaning.
And called the rental happiness.
Kafka couldn't do it. Spent his whole life wondering if that made him more alive or just more alone.
"Reality is too heavy for people, so they rent illusions and call it happiness."
What illusion are you currently renting and calling happiness?