Will Money Bring You Happiness?
I've heard it since I was old enough to comprehend the sentence," Money can't buy you happiness." Even still, I always had the desire to find out on my own; give me the challenge, let me win the lottery to see if I could make things pan out for the better. If I won the lottery, I'd find it so easy to to take care of the idiocyncricies in life that we just can't take care of without the benefit of the almighty dollar. The funding for others in need would be so easily carried through, yet we always hear that those who have been in the shoes of the winners have had their lives destroyed...I say, "But how come?"
Are we too tainted by the ideas of greed, selfishness and wants? Is money actually, "the root of all evil?"
"It takes money to make money!" "Money doesn't grow on trees!" "You expect me to pay for that with my good looks?" I could ramble on forever with endless cliches' we've heard about money; how we haven't got enough or how we haven't got any at all. When it's all said and done, the fact is, money can't buy you happiness...
I saw a movie a couple years ago about a guy who always wanted to become something bigger than himself. He thought of himself as an ikon of an on the scenes reporter, inside the action of the big world of reporting on a national television station. In reality, he was just a journalist with a sappy little column in a daily newspaper. For years, he continued to pursue his goal as he crept along the path of his medial life as a columnist. Then after years of yearning to become something bigger and better, upon achieving his goal he realized he was always happiest when he was writing his own little column in the daily newspaper.
I cried all the way out of the theatre that evening after I saw that movie. I cried because I knew how he felt throughout his life, just as I have always felt. I've always wanted to become something bigger than myself, I've never been satisfied with who I am or what I stand for. My standards have always been set higher than humanly possible to achieve. I fall short of just about everything I want to accomplish. I fall short of who I want to be and how successful I want to become.
The fact is, I don't think I ever understood the path I was supposed to be on. Money was the issue, the more the merrier...but, money simply cannot buy you happiness.
It's Wake Up Time...
Tom Petty said it all, "it's wake up time." It was wake up time for me one summer afternoon as I rode in the passenger seat of our car along freeway 94. You see, I never understood what I wanted out of life until I stopped to listen to my heart. My heart told me to write, and I simply couldn't understand why. I wasn't a reader, and I'd never been much of a writer..and yet, I finally began to listen.
After graduating from high school, I attended Beauty College. In nine short months I'd be able to make a fortune in the hairstyling industry. I could make it big because I knew I was good at it. Fact be told, I became a Beauty School dropout and it took me a year and a half to graduate from a nine month course.
As with everything I ever tried to pursue, I never found the fulfillment from any of my endeavors. The gratification of money was never enough, even if it was more than I needed at the time. In my career path I've done it all. I've been the waitress, the hairstylist, the school lunch lady, the independent sales rep, the grocery store cashier, and last but not least, co-ower of a thriving family business. Truth be told...money just doesn't buy you happiness...
What I've found to be true to my heart, is that the only real pleasure I get out of life is when I spread my thoughts out to perfect strangers through the written word. I find pleasure in sharing my life stories with people I've never met. I have found more joy in relating my words to others in the form of a story than all the excitement of cashing the largest paycheck I ever received. I finally found what satisfies my soul...continuing an endless conversation with whomever decides to read along, never earning as much as a penny in the process.
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