
There is a swing on the path that leads up and over the headland from the village of Nazare. This is me on that swing last month. Happy.
We watched the first episode of the two-part Apple documentary on Steve Martin, which charts his early life through the development of his stand-up act, his early forays into television and movies and which ends in 1980 when he walked away from stand-up comedy, as he puts it, jumps off the train of stand up and onto the train of movies.
During the 15 years in which he developed and honed his act, he kept detailed notes about his experience and many of those diaries are shown in the documentary. Lovely notes and remarks about what worked and what didn’t, how he was feeling, the goals he set for himself and what he was learning as he tried to build a new approach to comedy on the shoulders of those who inspired him. It is very interesting to see how many of his bits are interpretations of bits by comedians working in the 1940s, 1950s and early 1960s.
Some of those notes deal with existential questions and in one he makes a note to the effect of “what if happiness is not the end, but rather the work is the end.” It was during this period I think that he started to develop gratitude that he could just do the work he is doing and not focus on happiness as an outcome. The trailer for the second part of the document seems to make this pursuit of happiness a big part of the story so I’m looking forward to that.
But that little throwaway line kind of lodged with me. Lots of my work is immensely satisfying in its own right, even when it’s challenging. I get to travel around and work with a huge diversity of issues and people. It feeds the way my brain works to be doing a bunch of different things, even though I sometimes can’t keep them all straight.
The work is the end. Happiness is generally there too. Are they related? Do they need to be?
What’s your take?