If a person bragging about market conquests is the Life of the party, find a new party.
Financial small talk is ponderous.
Exercising on a hedonic treadmill gets you nowhere fast. Healthy movement increases energy. Chasing the Joneses depletes it.
Focusing too much on possessions, portfolios, and the like obliterate zest.
How do we reinvigorate our mental and physical well-being?
Try not to live in a fantasy world featuring fear, envy, and unrealistic anticipation.
Newsflash- There will always be somebody with more stuff than you.
If thinking drinking saltwater quenches thirst, have at it.
It’s hard creating real wealth if you can’t define it.
Don’t count your wealth by counting your money.
Country clubs guarantee exclusivity, not happiness. Selected members possess dark secrets.
Bill Gates is a financial wealth expert. Heeding his advice is a terrific first step toward enlightenment.
In her fantastic blog post, Female In Finance points this out.
Bill Gates was once asked, “Are you happy?”
During his seventh Reddit Ask Me Anything, Gates explains that his billions don’t make him happy. He added that he understands some studies show that making more money can increase happiness, but only up to the point where you can stop worrying about covering necessary needs in Life, emergencies that may come up, and any major life setbacks.
Gates mentioned that having strong relationships and time is what made him happy. And if you remember my blog post from about six weeks ago, I wrote about if money buys happiness. And my answer was similar to that of Bill Gates. Money ALONE does not buy happiness. Connection is what makes me happy.
Now, don’t worry, I’m no fucking Bill Gates, but I find it interesting that the more I listen to exceptionally wealthy people, the more I come to find that they are either not happy at all, or they have it totally figured out when it comes to what makes them happy. And those who aren’t happy always wanted more money, and those who were truly happy had no desire to have more money.
Money is a painless method of scorekeeping. Life is more convoluted.
Not knowing when to stop is an epidemic among the rich. The rest of us mistake the disease for a cure.
Natural selection ensures the survivorship of the species, teasing us with fleeting pleasure. Sex and food addictions are Darwinian legacy assets. The thrill fades and replenishes fuel for future desires. Getting the hang of impermanence is pivotal to happiness.
Nothing lasts, not even for the wealthy.
Ryan Holiday points out the folly of permanence.
As if there was no such thing as variants or double-dip recessions…
As if it’s not possible for bad things to get worse…
As if something you fixed once can’t come undone or reoccur…
As if 100-year storms only happen once every hundred years…
As if the roulette wheel can’t hit double-zero again, on the very next spin…
As if some people or places don’t get freakishly unlucky…
As if the person who wronged you and got away with it isn’t now actually more likely to do it again (even though they’ve assured you otherwise).
Acquiring a circle of vapid acquaintances poisons the transitory well of contentment.
Disposing of materialistic mind clutter doesn’t make Jack a dull boy.
It’s just the opposite.
Knowing the words and knowing the music are poles apart.
