Finding Your Happiness. Takes Guts.

One of my favorite pastimes is browsing YouTube videos of political commentary and entertainment gossip. I was forced to watch the full 1-minute commercial by Renew Life Probiotics entitled, Being Human Takes Guts.

Below is the full script:

“Being human takes guts. Asking for a raise takes guts. Swallowing your pride takes guts. Saying who you voted for takes guts. Refusing to check your work e-mail after 7PM takes guts. Having kids. Not having kids. Getting married. Getting divorced. Getting old. Coming out to your family. Finding your happiness. Takes guts.” – says the voiceover in the 60-second spot titled “Being Human Takes Guts” and featuring persons that prove to have the guts to do all these things. “Let’s face it: being human takes guts.” – concludes the voiceover, while on screen the line “Better probiotics make better humans” appears.

Finding your happiness. Takes guts. 
Since I turned 30 this past Summer, I’ve asked myself nearly everyday, ‘what makes me happy?’. Not how my happiness should look to my friends. Not what my parents or grandma thinks it should be. And not how it looked one, two, or even five years ago.

What makes ME happy? And what do I have the courage – the guts – to do if I didn’t give a damn about no one’s opinion but my own?

Below are the top three things I discovered:

Creating financial freedom for myself. While it’s true that money doesn’t make you happy, it damn sure makes you hella comfortable. I’ve decided that I’m going to pursue my number personal goal in life, which is to create financial freedom for myself in a short amount of time. Having lots of money doesn’t bring upon happiness, but being able to give back in astronomical ways does.

Knowing that almost nothing is a permanent decision. Notice I said almost. Sure, if you decide to have children or get married, that is deemed as a permanent decision. At least it should be. But nothing else in life is. For example, I used to believe that being a homeowner was a permanent decision. My desire to own a house has now changed to never owning a house. Why? Because I don’t want the responsibility being a homeowner requires. That may change, but right now it’s not what I want.

Creating my own version of freedom. The Great Auntie Oprah defined real freedom as “waking up in the morning and deciding for yourself what to do with the day.” I couldn’t have said it better. 🙂