Hello and welcome to this glorious Friday, August 14, 2020! Today is a rare and precious day that will never come again.
It is no lie that you can take long vacations around the world, eat the finest cuisine prepared by the most celebrated chefs, drive the swankest cars, earn a degree from the most prestigious school, have a prominent career, own a custom home stockpiled with abundant accessories, showcasing the finest art and overlooking the most pristine landscape, a jacuzzi, a personal masseuse and even a bed that is adjustable both for firmness and temperature, and still be abjectly miserable. It is also true that you can have little – even what many would consider a state of poverty – and be truly happy. What are we doing? What is this unalienable right to the pursuit of happiness doing for us? Where do we think happiness resides?
I am not going to go off here and pretend that I never chased the almighty dollar and stuff. I was so incredibly materialistic at one point in my life that I lived by the creed, “He who dies with the most toys wins.” Despite a nice home, a respected career in healthcare, multiple cars, many toys, and a great family, I was seldom content and happy. Though I would have never admitted it at the time, I was quite unhappy in my pursuit of happiness. I was doing everything I was taught, well almost (but I will come back to this), to create the kind of external circumstances that are purported to be the source of a happy and meaningful life. I mean, just look around at all the enticements.
There is a 2006 Will Smith movie entitled, “The Pursuit 0f Happyness.” It is the true story of a young, single, homeless father who sells radiology equipment and cannot