The key to a happy life.

I'm really happy. Not about a particular event or object, I’m just happy. I'm REALLY happy actually. I can find humor in most things, I'm surrounded by a lot of people who make me happy, and I can't complain. I can't complain about anything really. I think I’ve figured out the key to happiness, or at least my own happiness: It's realizing that 90% of the things that most people hold nearly and dearly don't even matter. Expensive cars, designer clothes, expensive gadgets don't matter. Most electronics don't matter. Petty drama based on irrational feelings don't matter. TV doesn't matter. Romantic rejection doesn't matter. It's ok that he/she doesn't like you. One of 6 billion people on Earth doesn't like you, so what. Most of you still have your health, a roof over your head, enough food/water to keep you alive and by GOD a means to access this electrical podium in which I use to convey my thoughts and emotions to whoever has the patience to read them! I'm looking around my office right now, and I'd say 75% of the things on my desk don't matter. Maybe I should define through an example what I mean by "doesn't matter". Imagine you're stranded on an island surrounded by clean freshwater with conditions to grow any food crop, and you could take 5 things with you and another person in order to sanely survive for a year. Everyone's list would be different, but I’m sure most items are related to food, shelter, sensible clothing, low tech entertainment, and _?__. Now that you have your 5 items chosen---EVERYTHING THAT'S NOT ON THE LIST DOESN'T MATTER!! It really is that simple. DO you think people in Darfur care about House or Project Runway!? Although they don't have these meaningless baubles that the TV tells us are important, they still find joy in life's simple beauty. To people who aren't infected with this foolish notion that they need to watch the OC to see what happens to Brent (I’ve never seen an episode of the OC, but I’m assuming there MUST be a Brent), rain is a joyous occasion. When was the last time you were excited about rain? When was the last time your 'plans were ruined' by RAIN!

I have to do some work, so I’ll leave you with this: Unless you're pining over a sick parent, your own poor health or destitution - fuck it, it doesn't matter. Don't worry, be happy.