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You know, it’s not uncommon to hear or feel that life just keeps getting progressively harder and harder with each coming year. I used to think this was true too. But it’s not so much that life gets harder, rather than it is simply just us losing our innocence. We are exposed to more things with every coming day and thus grow and mature.
The negative connotation that comes with growing older can come from life getting more difficult as more responsibilities and burdens are laid on you. However, I think it simply comes with the loss of our child-like innocence. The questions we once anxiously asked in our insatiable curiosity have simply lost their allure. When we once sought the mysteries of the world, we now have learned all the answers, and disappointingly, none of which had met the sophistication of our bright and avant-garde imagination.
The idea of beauty has always been an ambiguous subject yet so innately and thoroughly understood. It is almost as if everyone understands what beauty is but cannot describe it in any single word, phrase, or definition. There are too many words or too little words or not the right words to properly owe the term justice. Even all of us who lack the proper terminology to fully describe this far-fetched notion can recognize and appreciate beauty when we see it, what ever it looks like. Nevertheless, the enigmatic question remains and still stands uncontested: What exactly is beauty?
The thought of beauty to many immediately conjures thoughts of voluptuous curves, big hair, and golden tans. But this is not what I’m talking about. True beauty isn’t hidden under layers of dyed, fried hair or coats of tanning oil. Beauty isn’t subject to eyeliner and foundation. You can save the make-up for those who need to make-up for something else later.
No, I’m talking about a beauty that is timeless, organic, and unconditionally pure. Now we are seeing that beauty isn’t something you can just flip on a TV and see on MTV or open to find in a Vogue magazine. It is much more subtle than that, which is exactly why such a thing is so rare and cannot be imitated with a Clinique powder brush.
A popular saying goes, “Beauty is in the eye of the beholder.” I only partially subscribe to this idea. This phrase admits to beauty as being subjective and only acknowledged by a select taste.I do believe there is a certain beauty that can only be discerned by a couple. But this is hardly what I am getting at.
I find true beauty is an unquestionable and unanimous thought. It is one that all recognize to be so pure and iridescent that it seems almost unreal. It is one that cannot be tampered with, polluted, or even dare lusted after. True beauty is what transcends our worldly thoughts and that is exactly the reason why we are at a loss for words. Beauty cannot be defined into a collection of words no matter how elegant. I believe it can only be witnessed and felt when we are speechless and in awe of it. Though proper vocabulary eludes us, true beauty never does.
We scrutinize and reject any notions of adultery and infidelity in society, despite their great increase in today’s relationships. Divorce rates are up, and that is sadly nothing new. And it seems like there is more and more promiscuous activity in dating. Not only is it more prevalent, but it is equally becoming more accepted. Since when did infidelity become tolerable?
I always find myself playing the devil’s advocate in many matters. But in this particular case I am not taking sides. I just ask the questions that challenge your own morals because sometimes the line between listening to your heart and listening to your head is paper thin.
If you knew the person you’re involved with is not as good as someone else, what would you do? Would you leave for the greener grass or stay at first and hope for the best? If you knew there was another person that could make you happier, what would you do? On the other hand, what would you do if the person you love/like was with someone else? What if you both knew you two would be happier together?
The very roots of infidelity sprout from innocent curiosity and is nurtured by the rays of unspoken dreams and lovestruck emotions. Equally vital yet unseen is the lust, jealousy, and heartache that sustain it. On the surface we find beauty only to realize such radiance stems from our own deep-seeded selfish desires.
In my last class of college, my accounting professor left our class with this story to close:
A boat docked in a tiny Mexican village. An American tourist complimented the Mexican fisherman on the quality of his fish and asked how long it took him to catch them.
“Not very long,” answered the Mexican.
“But then, why didn’t you stay out longer and catch more?” asked the
The Mexican explained that his small catch was sufficient to meet his
needs and those of his family.
The American asked, “But what do you do with the rest of your time?”
“I sleep late, fish a little, play with my children, and take a siesta with my wife. In the evenings, I go into the village to see my friends, have a few drinks, play the guitar, and sing a few songs … I have a full life.”
The American interrupted, “I have an MBA from Harvard and I can help
you! You should start by fishing longer every day. You can then sell the extra fish you catch. With the extra revenue, you can buy a bigger boat.
“And after that?” asked the Mexican.
With the extra money the larger boat will bring, you can buy a second
one and a third one and so on until you have an entire fleet of trawlers. Instead of selling your fish to a middle man, you can then negotiate directly with the processing plants and maybe even open your own plant. You can then leave this little village and move to Mexico City, Los Angeles, or even New York City! From there you can direct your huge new enterprise.”
“How long would that take?” asked the Mexican.
“Twenty, perhaps 25 years,” replied the American.
“And after that?” the Mexican asked.
“Afterwards? That’s when it gets really interesting,” answered the American, laughing. “When your business gets really big, you can start selling stocks and make millions!”
“Millions? Really? And after that?”
“After that you’ll be able to retire, live in a tiny village near the coast, sleep late, play with your children, catch a few fish, take a siesta with your wife and spend your evenings drinking and enjoying your friends.”
We all know the term “money can’t buy happiness”. It is as cliché as any, yet the expression has undoubtedly lost its significance. These days it seems money can indeed buy happiness. Even the invaluable aspects of our lives such as love and camaraderie that were once deemed priceless can now be sold for a price. As culture has developed our perspectives on money has changed and has placed far more emphasis and empowerment in money. Pop culture has redefined the measurement of success to almost strictly an individual’s financial status. This is clearly depicted in today’s media where hip-hop artists and star athletes proudly flaunt their financial wealth through their extravagant lifestyles. Expensive clothing, lavish homes, and excessive spending have become trends that signify the pinnacle of accomplishment. So much emphasis is put on material wealth that our minds have been conditioned to equate success and happiness to lavish living. Consequently, society has loss sight of the true meaning of happiness and in the midst of its struggle has enthroned money, making the phrase “ money can’t buy happiness” completely obsolete and meaningless. Does money really bring happiness?
Not too long ago, I met with an old friend who had recently done some traveling and told me about his travels throughout southeastern Asia. After describing all the wild parties and delicious food, my friend mentioned something very profound about what he observed in perhaps one of the poorest countries, Burma. Despite being a society riddled with poverty, corruption, and overall turmoil, Burma wasn’t as miserable as my friend expected it to be. He wasn’t met with a sobering scene of sad, hopeless faces and starving children with outstretched arms begging for a bite to eat. Instead he was greeted with smiling faces and contagious laughter. However, there was something very curious about this picture. How can people be so content while poverty is so strongly pronounced in their lives and in their community? When did scarcity become the status quo? And why is that okay, if at all? Perhaps the most difficult question to answer is how can Americans live in luxury and such abundance, yet still be so unhappy when people half a world away are content with life despite living in extremely dismal and harsh conditions?
All of a sudden it doesn’t shock me that the United States was the 20th happiest country in the world in a study surveying the happiness of countries around the world. In the same survey from the World Database of Happiness, Costa Rica turned out to be the happiest place in the world (out of 148 countries). Although Costa Rica is very beautiful with miles of pristine beaches and acres of protected rain forests, the country is not a global leader in any sense. It doesn’t have a particularly impressive GDP nor does it play a major role in world politics. After closer examination, Costa Rica seems to just root itself in humble living, which seems to have been key to their happiness. The island country can owe some of its happiness to its cultural emphasis on friend and family rather than fortune and fame. It chooses social capital over financial capital. In 1949, the country even dissolved their military to instead invest in the country’s education and conservation. It’s relieving to see at least one country has had its priorities in the right place and is happy.
I too, once strongly believed that money would bring happiness. I thought the big paycheck would buy happiness in the forms of expensive cars, grandiose homes, and pretentious clothing. Recently, my beliefs were shaken and my whole outlook on life was set to change when I received an offer to work at a company in San Francisco for a generous salary that seemed too good to be true. Unfortunately for me it was too good to be true. The job would require me to work nearly 90 arduous hours a week for six days a week. At first thought the decision to make a lot of money seems easy, but only after weighing the pros and cons did I realize how difficult a decision it would be. Naturally, the question came down to whether money could buy happiness? Would it be worth it for me to move to a city I hardly knew with few to no friends and work tirelessly day and night everyday for a lot of money?
I didn’t think so. What is money worth if I can’t enjoy it? My free time is valuable, and my family and friends even more so. Some things are just priceless and money isn’t one of them.
Everyone’s got their own dream cars, whether you’re a guy or a chick. Some dudes want the colossal pickup trucks or the quick speedsters, and girls.. well all they want is just a Range Rover because that’s what they see on The Hills. So, everyone’s got their own preference and their reasons and I won’t bash on yours (unless you’re a a male that drives a Toyota Prius or simply a chick). Here’s what I would like my garage to consist of in maybe 10-15 years down the line.
2011 Shelby Mustang GT500 Coupe
Here’s my take on the speedy little roadster that should be in every man’s garage. I’ve always liked the GT500 because like Ricky Bobby said, “I wanna go fast!” This is what I imagine would be my flashy little weekend car when I drive down the PCH picking my boogers because I’m going too fast for anyone to see. Booyah grandma!
2011 GMC Sierra Denali
If you don’t know me, I already drive a shitty mid-size Nissan Frontier that is snot green, has dents like I drove through the Asteroid Belt, and a turning radius wider than the Earth’s radius – and I love that hunk of junk to death. To put it more simply, I just love trucks and I’ve always got my eyes set on either the Silverado or the Sierra Denali. The Sierra Denali is elegant and masculine with a pinch of sexy. I see this being one of my two work cars that I would take out after watching Braveheart and eating raw meat the night before.
2011 Jeep Grand Cherokee Laredo 4×4
No room for soccer mom vans in the Mancave. The Grand Cherokee has always been a rock solid piece of machine, but the new redesign has put it over as one of the best SUVs out right now.
2011 Cadillac CTS-V Sedan
For every guy there’s that car he needs to ride on the daily grind, whether it’s fetching your wife’s half-retarded Pomeranian from the groomer or closing out that multi-million dollar drug deal. It’s that one of the bunch that tells your story. The CTS-V Sedan is that perfect blend of class and sophistication with utter badassness. It boasts a supercharged V8 that cranks out 556 HP. That’s more than enough to make that trip to the groomer a bit more enjoyable.