Right now I'm reading The Art of Power by Thich Nhat Hanh. It is totally kicking my butt. I've always felt that success is an inside job. I grew up in the Silicon Valley. Steve Jobs was my neighbor. I knew people (and mostly the kids of people) who were and are wildly successful.
And I knew that it didn't bring happiness. That money didn't equal happiness. That power didn't equal happiness.
It's not hard to find this truth today as an adult. We've seen a lot of celebrity deaths--suicides--and asked ourselves, why? Why would a person who has everything want to do that to themselves?
Mental health is real and help for dealing with mental health is real. But you have to choose it. You have to work at it. This is sort of counterintuitive. As if being happy should just be natural. And it is for some more than others. I don't know why, it just is. Like so many things in life, I don't understand it.
But I do know that so much of what the world pushes at us doesn't lead to happiness. It leads to greed. It leads to division. It leads to competition. They are lies. They are not paths to happiness.
Something that makes me happy? The ocean. Nature. The warm sand on my feet. Children laughing.
Okay that was several things.
What makes you happy? And are you committed to it like you are your finances, relationships, and so forth?
We (especially women) often don't think of our own happiness. But it is so, so important. The key to success, perhaps.