Buy a ticket not a plane.
Get a bike, not a fucking jaguar.
Get an education, not a diploma.
Buy a rest house, not a fucking mansion.
Buy experiences, not products.
Get a life, not life insurance.
Everyday of your life, you make choices. Money is not the end, it’s simply the means to an end. After a certain threshold, money stops being a source of happiness. Above the line of poverty, everyone is equal when it comes to securing happiness. Once our basic needs have been met, the truly happy are separated from the pathetically miserable by how wisely (or unwisely) they spend their money.
If you try to fill that void in your life with material things, chances are, you’ll fail miserably at being happy.
Choose memories over photos.
Choose trips over cruises.
Choose backyard barbecues over catered parties.
Choose a dress instead of an outfit.
Buy for others instead of yourself.
Life really isn’t all that hard to figure out. If you consider yourself belonging to the middle class, then you have in your hands the power to be happy. All you need to do is choose wisely.
We don’t need to be filthy rich. We just need to be a little less greedy.
We work to live, we don’t live to work. How much is enough for you?
For me, only as much as is needed to see my son smile and see him healthy.
Simple joys, simple toys.