Happy Dancin’

I’ve been thinking a lot about happiness and I suppose you could call it the pursuit of it and I think after 35+ years I’ve finally found my answer.  I suppose it could be different for other people, but for me, personally, the thing that makes me the happy is being comfortable.  Now, that’s where things get cloudy because you could call being comfortable having millions of dollars, a pound of disco dust, and a room full of gorgeous non-clothed women, but that’s just a type of dream that can come about when the Powerball or Megamillions gets to an outrageous amount and the possibility of getting that kind of bankroll affords said dream.  What I’m talking about are those attainable dreams.  Some people want that slightly bigger than average house, that fancy car with the expensive emblem on there that rides the same as that not as expensive branded car, those expensive clothes that go on the same way the clothes you can buy at Wal Mart go on, you catch my drift.  I’ve been thinking more and more about that and what really makes me happy and comfortable.

My answer is this… Just enough.  Funny, I’ve had that mentality since I was about 17 years old, but of course I got told that I was stupid for thinking that way, but it really is that simple.  I don’t need that big assed house, that expensive stupid car, those outrageous clothes, none of that crap.  All I need is a safe place to rest my dome, cool air when it’s hot, warm air when it’s cold, enough food to survive, the ability to buy new clothes at a big box store when the ones I have die for some reason, my friends, and my family.  That’s just about it.  That crap that society fed us in the 80s that “Greed is Good” and that the only way to be happy is to have that big house with a trophy wife and your spoiled bastard kids is outdated in my eyes.  I think Tyler Durden said it best when he said “It’s only when you’ve lost everything that you’re free to do anything.”  That’s the damn truth.  When you learn to live without, I think that’s when you find true happiness.  Material possessions are just that.  Physical objects that you won’t be able to take with you when baby Jesus calls your number.  I’ve never really understood why that drives some people.  Most of the time I find those people to be stressed out over finances and the fact that they don’t have enough money.  I don’t want to live that way.  I want to be have my happiness come from the relationships I’ve formed with people.  I want my happiness to come from the smile I get when I make my nephews laugh or play around with them and make them happy.  It’s those little things, you know?  Money comes and goes.  It’s the relationships you forge with other people that matters.  Don’t be an asshole, love one another, care for one another, and if somebody is happy doing whatever it is that they are doing while not harming others, leave them the hell alone in their happiness.  Those should be the rules in life for everybody.  Hell, I know I live by those rules and I can tell you that ever since I’ve fully embraced those rules I’ve been the happiest I’ve been in a great number of years.

Those are just some life tips that I’ve learned along the way.  I’m going to keep on keeping on, living in my own little slice of happiness.  All I need are the things I already have.  God, Friends, and Family.  If something else happens to slide in there and provide a bit of more good vibes and thoughts, then even better.  If not, then that’s ok too.  I don’t need to strive for anything else.  I’m happy enough with what I have now and my true reward is knowing that.