I spent my life chasing.
Chasing a better job.
Chasing bigger and better toys.
Chasing cooler friends.
Chasing power.
Chasing the next girl.
Chasing. Chasing. Chasing...
Because I thought if I could just have a better/hotter/more expensive _________ (fill in whatever 'thing' you want) then I'd be happy.
By my mid-thirties, I had a 5 bedroom home, custom cars, clothes, toys, people always up for a party and guess what?
I was miserable.
I was majority owner of a very successful business that I built from the ground up (Literally. I ran a backhoe digging the foundation in the middle of winter).
Nothing was ever enough.
Relationships came and went- usually ending badly.
I was alone. Completely alone. It didn't matter how many people were around- I was isolated from any genuine human interaction. I had turned my life into a prison and my daily punishment was a never-ending attempt to get, keep, control everything around me.
Then I lost it all. At 40, I had to start over- I went from a beautiful home to sleeping in an uninsulated, enclosed back porch in the space of less than a year.
Everything I had spent a lifetime working for was gone.
I had every reason to give up, to just crawl in a hole and die.
Oddly enough, though, through my despair, I began to see that I was free. I was no longer a slave to 'things'. I was no longer trapped by my life.
I was no longer chasing.
Instead of trying to get more and more stuff, I worked on the only thing that couldn't be taken away from me.
Me.
Without two dimes to rub together, I found happiness, not from material things, not from others, but from within.
My point?
Nothing external can ever fill the void inside of us. Others can never make is happy.
It's something that we must first cultivate inside before we can ever hope to share it with others.
I truly feel for you, my friend, and will certainly keep you in my prayers.