I find myself having a number of conversations with people about the formula for happiness. What are the requirements for happiness? To be honest with you, I don't know. Happiness is so personal. It seems like happiness for most seems to center around money, stuff, and relationships. I said relationships, and not love that this was intentional.
Of all the people I know it seems like there are two categories.. those who work like crazy to have what they want or those who simply don't want to work. I know people who work 60 hour weeks so they can wear what they want, drive what they want, and impress those who you they want. The funny thing is, despite all that work, many of them are unhappy. They work like dogs to have a home, but it's not the house they wanted. They wanted a 5 Series BMW but somehow they were willing to settle for a 1995 3 Series. Rather than waiting on or working on true love, the settle for bedfellows and "interim" relationships because that true love ordeal isn't something that happens over night and defiantly can't be purchased. So after all of the overtime, all of the credit card debt, and all of the early mornings and sleepless nights, they hall all this stuff and yet remain unhappy. The folks that don't want to work somehow stunt and charm their way into everything they want and they too remain unhappy. I know uneducated, underemployed people who drive Mercedes Benz's but are unhappy because they have "the cheap" Benz. Someone please help me understand how anyone can form their lips and say "cheap Benz."
As cliche as this may sound, money does not by love or happiness. Shit, nor do good looks or great bodies for that matter. Crazy is cute and has great teeth! Happiness comes from fulfilling relationships with regular people. Happiness comes from living responsibly within one's means. Happiness comes from driving a 1998 Honda Accord in 2008 and being okay with that. I don't understand how a person can work 60 hours a week and at the close of their pay period every dime they make goes to a bill. I feel sorry for that guy who works all those hours and after paying all those bills can't even reasonably buy themselves a CD or go see a movie, or dare I say go on a vacation. Happiness is a state of mind. Happiness is a choice. Happiness is being content with who, what, and where you are in life and hopeful about whatever God may have for you—good or bad.
Of all the people I know it seems like there are two categories.. those who work like crazy to have what they want or those who simply don't want to work. I know people who work 60 hour weeks so they can wear what they want, drive what they want, and impress those who you they want. The funny thing is, despite all that work, many of them are unhappy. They work like dogs to have a home, but it's not the house they wanted. They wanted a 5 Series BMW but somehow they were willing to settle for a 1995 3 Series. Rather than waiting on or working on true love, the settle for bedfellows and "interim" relationships because that true love ordeal isn't something that happens over night and defiantly can't be purchased. So after all of the overtime, all of the credit card debt, and all of the early mornings and sleepless nights, they hall all this stuff and yet remain unhappy. The folks that don't want to work somehow stunt and charm their way into everything they want and they too remain unhappy. I know uneducated, underemployed people who drive Mercedes Benz's but are unhappy because they have "the cheap" Benz. Someone please help me understand how anyone can form their lips and say "cheap Benz."
As cliche as this may sound, money does not by love or happiness. Shit, nor do good looks or great bodies for that matter. Crazy is cute and has great teeth! Happiness comes from fulfilling relationships with regular people. Happiness comes from living responsibly within one's means. Happiness comes from driving a 1998 Honda Accord in 2008 and being okay with that. I don't understand how a person can work 60 hours a week and at the close of their pay period every dime they make goes to a bill. I feel sorry for that guy who works all those hours and after paying all those bills can't even reasonably buy themselves a CD or go see a movie, or dare I say go on a vacation. Happiness is a state of mind. Happiness is a choice. Happiness is being content with who, what, and where you are in life and hopeful about whatever God may have for you—good or bad.
..::Listening to The London Letters: Honestly by Tonéx::..
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