I’ve come to something of a realization: I’m currently the happiest I’ve ever been in my life. I have a great job, I’m in the best shape of my life, my situation here in NYC is never boring, my friends rock, I’m making serious plans about my future and overall, I just have nothing to complain about! It’s the strangest thing, whenever anyone asks about how I’m doing, all I can immediately reply is, “Great!”
The other side of the coin is that I find the root of all of this happiness is due to money. You heard me right, I find money leads to my happiness. Not the idea of money, the accumulation of wealth and power, but its enabler effects. I came to the expensive city due in part to the well paying job, which has enabled to eat well, save up and invest, and enjoy my time more prosperously. My main goal in life is to get rich, not for the effect of having 10 digits to my name, but to enable me to live my life in the manner I want.
Some might call me jaded by the glitzy NYC lifestyle and I totally admit to that, but not all the way. I take breaks every weekend travel from the city and ground myself in reality. I am very aware of what I don’t want to turn into, but on the flip side, driving an $80K car in a $5K suit wouldn’t be bad at all. I do have more grand ideas than flashy displays of money though. I’ve traveled a portion of the world, but I would love to see all of it. I would love to vacation in the Bahamas for once. I would love to take all my friends out to best restaurants in the city and enjoy fancy food all the time. Hell, I would give up all the cash for a chance at love if the circumstances were different, which is another story, but the circumstances didn’t work out unfortunately…
Money is a means to an end for me and that end is to live my life in the best possible manner. I can do it rich or poor, but being rich seems like a hell of a lot better.