An Ode to Wholesome Pleasure

Yesterday, I shared a thought on my Facebook timeline: “Buddhism frowns on the senses due to its ascetic origins. But there are many artistic and wholesome ways to enjoy the senses.”

In response, a Buddhist friend commented, “The (Buddhist) critique is on an addictive, obsessive, or ignorant relationship with the senses, including the mind, not the senses themselves.”

Is he correct? The answer hinges on how we define “addictive” and “obsessive.” Naturally, pleasurable activities tend to be repeated. In my daily life, I engage in numerous activities that I find comforting and enjoyable — reading a captivating book, writing creatively, or capturing moments through photography. Many of these activities are inherently sensual. For instance, walking through nature or swimming brings me joy. Even the simple pleasure of passing by a bakery in the morning and inhaling the aroma of fresh bread is an experience I cherish and wish to repeat.

Some activities blur the line between intellectual and sensual pleasure. I find intellectual debates invigorating — they provide a dopamine boost, especially when I prevail. I categorize these experiences as both wholesome and sensual.

Reflecting on my first philosophy course in college, I encountered compelling arguments in favor of pleasure. In fact, the case against pleasure appears…