Sometimes I wonder what makes a person happy. We all search for it, but very few people seem to find it. I think some people start with money. More money will make me happy. I think that in some way I started there myself. I grew up poor and promised myself I would never have to worry about money.
These days I make a decent money, but I still find myself wondering what the hell makes a person happy. At about the 50th work hour on a terrible project some weeks I wonder why the hell I thought a fat salary would make anyone happy. Then again, there’s some poor bastard out there with two kids and a wife who can’t afford the electricity bill this month. So I guess there’s a balance.
Ambition is a bit of a bitch too. I think its something we are trained to care a little too much about. At least that’s how it is for me sometimes. I’m not sure I could live with myself without this big ego telling my brain I need to be “better” than the next guy. Meanwhile my happiness quota is spiraling rapidly into the red. It’s funny that way.
I don’t know what makes someone happy. It’s probably different for everyone, but I do know one thing: Happiness takes courage. At some point you have to be courageous enough to admin to yourself and the rest of the judgmental bastards of the world that what makes you happy may not be what society told you would make you happy.
Maybe it’s taking a pay cut for a great job. Maybe it’s taking a risk everyone else thinks is crazy. Hell – it could be anything. Whatever it is – it usually take a big set of balls to finally do it. Why the hell did we make it so hard to be happy?