Creative slacking
If there's one thing I'll never understand, it's people who insist that they wouldn't want to be rich. I'd love to be rich.
Being rich, in a civilized society, does not mean you can do anything you want to do. But it does pretty much mean that you don't have to do anything you don't want to do. There can be few feelings more delicious than waking up on a weekday morning and knowing that you don't have to go to an office and spend eight hours doing inane things there because you need the paycheck. If I had, say, half a million dollars -- enough that the interest on it could cover the basic needs of life -- then that's what I'd buy with it. Time. Not flashy material possessions.
Being rich, in a civilized society, does not mean you can do anything you want to do. But it does pretty much mean that you don't have to do anything you don't want to do. There can be few feelings more delicious than waking up on a weekday morning and knowing that you don't have to go to an office and spend eight hours doing inane things there because you need the paycheck. If I had, say, half a million dollars -- enough that the interest on it could cover the basic needs of life -- then that's what I'd buy with it. Time. Not flashy material possessions.
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posted by Infidel753 at 6:04 AM
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