Yowza, sounds like a great name for a book title. A statement chalked full of really and wow!? But I know more than I can easily articulate that I am not alone in this feeling. Hence this post.
It does not take a lot of material anything to generate a feeling of happy or satisfied. Each layer of obtaining what the eyes see and can't live without feed something that is hungry inside of us. That vacation, those shoes, that amazing dress in your size. Those custom made cuff links, 20 inch rims, and of course the latest and greatest driver/putter. All self-indulgences that fly in on the "look at me" plane of happiness. Each disguised as happy assets that emulate " don't worry about me" I've got me and mine covered.
Money and yes credit are the greatest tricks played on mankind. The lure of money can be spell bounding. The acquisition of it tantalizing. The lack of it demoralizing. The want of it comes in like a thief in the night and plants seeds of grandeur deception. Seeds that grow into self-centered placations of ignorance. Money can make one feel they have arrived somewhere special. In a place they are totally convinced everyone else wants to be. Oh what a mighty web they sow.
I choose a mightier pursuit. One simple though at times elusive thing .... That feeling of sustained happiness. I crave that sustained happy is as happy does kind of happiness. I long for that "we at least have each other feeling" all around me. I want to get lost in happy. I want that kind of happiness long term that even money, riches and gold can't begin to buy. That is the kind of happy I can't wait to meet on my journey. A journey paved with or without jewels in my war chest. I am in search of 'Nobody can steal my joy!' Happy. The sit down and stay awhile happy.
I think I am close to finding it.