I am in a beautiful place in my life right now.
For the first time in my life, I realize that money doesn’t matter. I want to have enough so I’m not a burden on anyone else.
And even if I do become a burden to someone else, I’m okay with that too. I’ve paid my dues, and my wife has too. It’s just money. There is plenty of it to go around. And when you’re gone, it’s gone.
Food for thought.
I wonder if any man on his deathbed, surrounded by his children and loved ones, ever muttered the phrase, “I wish I spent less time with you all so that I could have made more money.”
Or, “My life has been well spent trying to make a better career instead of making better relationships. I am so proud that I sacrificed my marriage and the love of my children to be able to buy a better home and better cars. And boy, does my retirement package really look healthy. I’ll never get to enjoy it now…but there are plenty of commas in the number.”
I wonder if anyone reading this, if given the opportunity to write their own eulogy, would write, “Here
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