2 AM finds you in bed, on your phone. It’s a senseless succession of mind-numbing cat videos, memes, and vlogs. Finger gymnastics. It’s the hour of the heartbroken, the inability to fall asleep after a day of breaking your heart over and over again.
Over the years, I’ve had the privilege of developing some awful habits that ensured unhappiness, poverty, and sickness.
I just didn’t know any better.
Once I knew better, I did better. I took better care of my mind, my body, and my emotional well-being.
And I’ve discovered this neat trick: happiness is mostly about eliminating the daily habits that break your heart; letting go of certain patterns of action and beliefs that are making us miserable.
Here are seven daily habits that sabotage your happiness and how to get rid of them once and for all.
We often think of success as part magic, part luck, and part knowing the right people.
We often think success comes down to how the planets align, how certain external factors shape us. Maybe it’s the economy, or the government. Maybe it’s our friends.
The truth is that luck is something we only notice in other people.
The truth is, if you want to be successful in any area of your life, you must follow this simple rule: the more you want it, the more you have to do to have it.
We tend to obsess about strategies and plans, but the truth is that we must take massive action in order to reach our goals.
The truth is, the more you work, the luckier you get.
Yet we often tend to ignore this rule of life because it provokes mental discomfort. If you don’t earn a million dollars per year, you have one of two options:
You either accept that you are just not good enough, and that you have to work more and become more.
You accept that you just don’t want it bad enough. You just kind of want it. You want the results, but you’re not willing to pay the price.
Either of these two options are heartbreaking, so you often think that you’re just not lucky enough.
After all, luck can’t be controlled, so there’s no way someone could hold that against you. The truth is that even if it were a valid excuse, still no one cares. The only thing that matters is that you do the work and have results. That’s it.
The more you work, the luckier you get. The more action you take, the easier it is to build momentum and keep going.
You become an unstoppable force in life, in love, in business, in writing by placing on foot in front of the other. Some days, you won’t feel like it. Some days, you’d much rather hit your head against a wall. But you’ve got to do it.
“Heard joke once: Man goes to doctor. Says he’s depressed. Says life seems harsh and cruel. Says he feels all alone in a threatening world where what lies ahead is vague and uncertain. Doctor says, “Treatment is simple. Great clown Pagliacci is in town tonight. Go and see him. That should pick you up.” Man bursts into tears. Says, “But doctor…I am Pagliacci.”
You know the saying, “Don’t judge a book by its cover?”
Well, it’s true.
Oftentimes there’s a big difference between what we’re able to decipher about a person, what we see at the surface, and what lies underneath it all. There’s a big difference between appearance and essence.
I’m going to do the obvious here and use myself as an example.
There was a time when I was depressed. I had no money, no job… I felt lonely most times, in that bizarre way when you’re waiting for someone to enter your life and cure you of your loneliness. In a way, I’d spend my nights either writing or missing someone I had never even met.
The other day my girlfriend came home from work quite sad. She wanted to quit her job, go back home to her parents, because life was quite unfair.
She had been working a lot. By a lot, I mean twelve hours every single day, and the pay she received wasn’t what she was expecting.
And I asked her, “Compared to what?”
I remember a time when I, too, felt that life was quite unfair to me. I was working fourteen hours a day to be able to earn enough to make ends meet. I thought the world was stupid, and that no one could see what I was doing, and that they didn’t want to appreciate my work.
They say we are capable of experiencing millions of different mental states, yet we waste most of our life cycling through the same five or six of them.
There are around 200 countries in the world, yet one in five people never travel to another country. They also tend to die within a fifty-mile radius of where they were born.
The average person spends eight hours per day sleeping, six hours watching television, and more hours than I’d care to count rewatching the same movies and TV shows, reading the same books over and over again.
The average woman will kiss 15 men, enjoy two long-term relationships, and have her heartbroken twice before she finds someone she can settle with. The average woman will have seven sexual partners, while the average man ten.
Last night, I was reading an article and stumbled upon an interesting statistic: the average woman kisses fifteen men during her life. I told my girlfriend that, and she asked me how many girls I had kissed.
To be honest, I’ve always thought it to be quite futile to count such things. Not that I find the pursuit of love to be trivial by any means. Quite the opposite. But what difference does it matter how many girls a man kisses? And if it does matter, why does it matter?