OK, there was
a discussion at work a day or so ago. It was me and some
break-friends (or 12-minute friends) discussing money, the lottery, and
wealth...three things that we know NOTHING about.
What would we do if we won
the lottery? Set up ourselves, our family and our friends, of
course. Big homes, nice cars, plenty of extras. Of course.
Wouldn't you?
Do we have "enough" money
now? Nope. None of us could answer "yes" to that one. There
never seems to be enough. NEVER.
Would we be happier rich? The knee-jerk answer is "yes." A resounding YES! But....
But...I work with some very
wealthy people. None of them are happy. They may show signs
of temporary happiness, but they aren't "happy."
I am poor. My van broke
down, and I can't afford to fix it. My propane ran out and we had
to buy, with a $50 upcharge for Saturday delivery. I constantly
rob Peter to pay Paul, and still have nothing. No, we have less
than nothing. We are consistantly in the red. N.O.T.H.I.N.G.
But, I am happy. It
could be insanity, but I don't think so. We laugh. We laugh
at bad jokes. We laugh at messy rooms. We laugh at
farts. We laugh at animal antics. We laugh. Hell, we
watch C.O.P.S. and laugh at the poor slob that got caught with drugs in
the car. We laugh, and we have fun.
Today, with no money...not a
DIME to our names, we had a great time. We saw Mom and Dad, ate
two great meals there, watched some Nascar, laughed at old, stale jokes
and generally had a good time. I don't know what the rich folks
do on the weekends, but they aren't smiling on Monday morning like I
am. Nope, I think we've cornered the market on "happy."
Do I still hope for
"rich?" Yeah. I still buy power ball tickets. I still
buy scratcher tickets. I still talk about what I'd do with
the money. Frankly, though, I am content with my life.
Happy and poor.
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Shouldn't you be in bed? (By the way, you're missing "The Pink Panther" from 1963. Count your blessings.
I'd take that 365 million and start my own stem cell research clinic with brilliant doctors & researchers from all over the globe. And I'd be that ToonGuy who ended cancer! And all other diseases. And someday people won't have to see their family members rot away.
As G. always says, "I'm the richest man in the world... great friends, a job, beautiful girlfriend (awwwwww.. that would be me!), a roof over my head, the furkids.... what man could want more?" He tells me this when I am trying to figure out how to pay the bills, or come up with the money for something we want/need. So, yeah, I think there are some things more important than money!
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"Hell, we watch C.O.P.S. and laugh at the poor slob that got caught with drugs in the car."
Hee...that's what they get for having extra money to buy drugs! LOLOL
I think I could be wealthy and happy, only because I learned some lessons the hard way, too...
~Amy
Happy is good.
The secret of contentment is not what you have, but who you know. ;) - Barbara
You've got it right I'd say. Rich is having your cup running over with friends and family....no amount of money could ever buy that. It's having piles of blankets instead of money, to curl up in with your sweetie and a beer, spending an evening watching silly tv shows. Sure money would be nice....but you know, past being debt free, I wouldn't want much more. No car, no house, no jewel will ever be worth more to me than my family and our love. Great entry! ;o)
(smiles) i'd love to be rich too...but they do say that money doesn't bring you happiness. often it creates more problems than it fixes. you're able to see all the good things you have and appreciate them.
shermeen xx
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