Triaging

Is he happy with the life he is currently living?  I don’t know.  Maybe.  That subject really isn’t for me to judge or decide, is it?  But I will go ahead and give you my take on it anyway:  He definitely possesses all of the material accouterments necessary to live an easy, stress-free lifestyle; one perusal of the panoply of expensive “man toys” he keeps stored in his pristinely kept garage immediately divulges this nugget of information.  Yet with regard to the biggest variable of all—that being personal relationships, of course—he seems to be falling woefully short of the mark.  His key relationships are very much limited in scope and the ones that do exist are rotten and perilously eroded at the foundation.  And isn’t that—strong personal relationships—what happiness distills down to in the long run?  People and not things.  Personalities and not items.  Flesh, blood, and vital organs and not inanimate objects.  Life and not inorganic cosmic matter.  If I am wrong here, you will have to explain to me where my error in logic is located.  Yet I make this statement wearing a smug look on my face because I know that I am not wrong on the matter.  Personal relationships trump everything else in life; nothing else even comes close, least of all material possessions.  They rank somewhere near the bottom of the list, perhaps just ahead of politics and government subsidies.