Read this ditty, courtesy of Reuters, today:
“Four in ten American millionaires say they don’t feel rich, and they need at least $7.5 Milli to get that truly rich feeling.”
And I was blown away. WTF do you mean? $7 Milli is not enough??? Really???
The average person in this survey was 56 yrs old, male, with a mean $3.5 Milli in ‘investable’ wealth. And he’s worried about outlivin’ his money.
(How does a person out-live the hell outta 3.5 Milli?)
What is it about the 100,000 sq ft mansion (with mother-in-law suite) in the Hamptons, the ‘summer home’ in a gated community in Florida, 10 cars,private jets, the country club memberships, the masseuse, expensive designer clothes and the real bling; that’s not doin’ it for them?
As goods increase, so do those who consume them. And what benefit are they to the owners except to feast their eyes on them? - Ecclesiastes 5:11
When you have everything you could ever want in the world, what the h3ll else do you need?

(Sound Effect: Miniature violin playin’ “My Heart Bleeds For You”)
They went on to say that these people were also worried about the ‘extensive’ time they would spend in retirement (what? not there already?), and wanted more money to ‘fund their lifestyles’.
The money they have, will last the next three of their generations. Maybe they’re comparin’ themselves to billionaires…
Poor things. I guess when you don’t have to worry about where your next meal is comin’ from, shoes for the kids, if you gon’ make your mortgage and still have a lil somethin’ on the light bill this month, must be a lil hard on they asses.
Most, if not all, of these people are miserable, unhappy, selfish and self-centered, paranoid and lonely. Then money makes them greedy, manipulative, materialistic, cagey and shallow. Pick any three. When you live like that, you may as well not have a dayumm dime.
As a great philosopher (PDiddySeanPuffyWhatEverHisNameIsToday )once said: “More money, more problems”.
I guess I can count myself rich (and not be a hater!) in the fact that, I am “ok”, my family is dysfunctional but ‘well’, I have a job and a pretty nice place to lay my head, a lil food in the frig (might not be ’special order’, but we eatin’!) a lil gas for my 18 year old car (that miraculously keeps runnin’ and looks nothin’ like a Bently), and a few pieces of clothes to put on my back. And God keeps wakin’ me up every mornin’ to enjoy all this.
I have $18.69 to my name right now, and feel rich then a mofo, based on all the above…
“After all, we brought nothing with us when we came into the world, and we can’t take anything with us when we leave it. 8 So if we have enough food and clothing, let us be content.” -1 Timothy 6:7
‘Nuff said.

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