The #1 Lie About Happiness 99% Of Men Believe

Someday, you will arrive.

The thing you’ve fought for, slaved for, torn off limbs for… you’ll finally get it.

Then? Then the ecstasy will fucking wash all over you.

That’s how it works, right?

It’s the myth of fell-swoop happiness.

The lie that has you back-loading your life to the point of collapse… pinning it all on this desperate hope that as long you put your time horizons far enough out, somehow, someday, all the shit will finally come together.

THEN you’ll feel alive again.

THEN you’ll wake up without that fear in your belly.

THEN you’ll get your body back.

THEN you’ll spend that “quality time” with the kids.

Two things:

1. Someday never fucking comes.

There is no grand alignment.

There is no parting of the clouds.

If there are angels, they do not sing.

These goals… when you achieve them, there will be a momentary surge of satisfaction. A sigh.

And then, faster than you can imagine, you will re-calibrate. You will pick your next mountain.

It’s what you do.

Which means

2. You must find happiness HERE, NOW.

Happiness is not some far off reward at the top of the mountain.

It’s the oxygen you must breathe to get there in the first place.

Your life is littered with past ways of living that made you happy:

That meal you used to cook for your wife.

The laps you used to swim at the pool each morning.

The literary fiction you used to read.

The home-brew beer you used to make.

The evenings you used to spend laying on the hood of your truck with the headphones on.

These aren’t distractions.

They aren’t temptresses sent to keep you from the mountain.

They are ways of being happy: free jewels your life has given you.

You are a thoroughbred race horse… and yet here you are, eating moldy straw in the rain.

You are a king, meant to live on joy, love, and fire, not bleeding yourself out in infinite loops of delayed gratification.

Happiness isn’t some far-off, one-time, “now’s your chance” wager.

It’s not something you “hope” for.

It’s something your build into your life one taste, one pause, one “why the hell not” plunge at a time.

It doesn’t matter if you’re in the belly of the snake.

It doesn’t matter if your night’s so dark you can’t even see your hand in front of your face.

You, me, ALL OF US are bound for dust.

So come alive, now, while you can.

Happiness is not a thousand tortured steps away.

It can be yours in a moment.

The choice is always yours.

Comments

  1. James Elliott says:

    I just bought the paper, but cannot access it. Matter of fact I cannot find it on my computer anywhere, but was definitely charged for it.

  2. Ryan Griffin says:

    Bryan,

    You are true Fucking inspiration! I have read good portion of your material and it is changing my life. I first discovered you on Facebook from a Friends share of Lit. I ended up buying Lit Black Paper and the Molten Metal Reports package based off of seeing this share because I felt it was speaking to me. What I didn’t know is that I was about to be shell shocked by what I was about to read. I felt as if you wrote this for me. I am an artist, husband and father and for the last year I have been trying to figure out a path and was getting no where until I read your stuff. I mean Holy Shit this has changed my life! I to tell you I am glad I stumbled upon your work and say you are appreciated…much thanks!
    Ryan

  3. Thankyou for these words Bryan!

    Really knocked some rust off the wheels thats for sure!

    You, me, ALL OF US are bound for dust.

    So come alive, now, while you can.

    Happiness is not a thousand tortured steps away.

    It can be yours in a moment.

    The choice is always yours.

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