Imagine being literally the richest person in the world. You can afford anything, you can go anywhere, you can do anything. But you spend most of your free time begging for attention from absolute strangers. What a pathetic little bitch.
Enough money helps you have the time, energy, and nutrition to craft happiness. You can pay someone to do the lawn, clean the house, and handle some day to day tasks. You can sleep without worrying if you’ll afford food and a roof tomorrow. You can get healthcare.
After that it’s up to you. If you put the money in charge you’ll be miserable. If you spend all that extra time going down conspiracy rabbit holes you’ll be miserable and try to make everyone else miserable. If you craft some hobbies that you enjoy, get in shape, maybe learn to play an instrument, go rock climbing, travel to see the sights, and generally don’t worry about what loud people on the Internet do or think of you then you’ll have a pretty good shot at happiness.
Money can’t buy happiness, but it can give you the opportunity to find it.
Kanye has really gone off the rails but still one of the lyrics he got most right…“Having money’s not everything, not having it is.” If you’ve got money, it doesn’t make you happy. But not having money is crippling and debilitating.
Right? If I had even a fraction of a percent of his wealth, I’d disappear into a life of anonymous bliss, never to be heard from again.
This is the line of thinking that gets me to listen to the “no such thing as an ethical/moral/good billionaire” types. These are people who had $50 million, $100 million, $500 million, and decided they had to keep working, acquiring, and exploiting.
Right? If I was that rich I’d get attention by… actually doing helpful things with the money.
Shit commission a giant statue of yourself that urinates Coca-Cola into a public fountain, free coke for everyone, just go to the PP Statue! That’s what I’d do…
Course I’m female so my statue would have to be squating, that may make it unwieldy…
