My recipe for happiness has shifted and changed throughout the years. And it will probably continue to evolve. When I was younger, I cared more about materialistic things and approval from others. As I have gotten older, happiness has been more about spending my time and money to share moments with the people I love. Sharing moments with others creates memories, which can lead to change lasting a lifetime. I see each late night hang out, each music festival, and night in watching a movie as a chance to change the course of my life… even to a small degree or two.
My recipe for happiness is to experience something with the people I love. Not all experiences are good or bad, but putting myself in those situations where I can grow and learn about myself and the world is what I seek out as I creep into my fourth decade on this planet.
I have put a lot of effort these past few years seeing the positives/good in all things that have happened to me. This is why I feel the utmost drive and need to travel and experience all the world has to offer with my wife, friends, and family.
I experienced the worst day and the best day of my life this past year. My sister died on August 20, 2019 and I got married on October 12, 2019. I often think to myself about how magnificently different those two days were for me and how close they were when compared to the rest of my life. My memories of my sister are with me each day; I often smile, cry, or both when she crosses my mind. So, are the memories of the entire weekend that Lydia and I got married. I often smile, cry, or laugh at those as well. My recipe for happiness is to experience moments, small or large, on this ever fleeting timeline of life.