So I’m reading a book about the life of Lolly Jackson. Teazers boss and owner of some of the finest sports vehicles known to man, one of which is none other than the Pagani Zonda.
Now you’d think that a guy as successful…wait a minute, how do we measure success? By the [amount of] things we have…right? So a guy as successful as this should be helluva happy with life and his accomplishments. Should be pleased to look at his materials and satisfied with the life he had lived?!
I read that this wasn’t the case, in fact towards the end of his time on earth he was a very disoriented and miserable human-being.
How then did this happen? Surely, if the way we as society decide on our measurement tools for success and happiness, he would be one of the happiest humans around. Afterall, what I have decides on my degree of happiness and ultimately who I am [seen as]? Really…
IF this was really how we gained true happiness, why are we always chasing? Why are we always dissatisfied with what we have and seeking to get more and get better and get recognition for getting and having?
What a warped [mis]understanding of what happiness truly is. Its how we decide for others as to how happy or accomplished we think they are. Our perceptions based on the physical rather than the spiritual and emotional well-being of another. Quite easy then to play out a false sense of success…because i have and I wear [a fake smile], surely i have arrived.
The reality lies in the fact that when we think we’ve arrived, we then really only arrive at a place of realising that we haven’t. Confusing isn’t it. For ever we’ve been ‘schooled’ into thinking that ‘happiness is measured in possessions’ and as a result we’ve pursued this way wholeheartedly. Sadly so.
More and more I’m being schooled in the real of knowing that if I aint happy inwardly, no amount of outward fooling will change that.
So until we get that, life will suck…[if you could, I’d suggest] ask Lolly…