I wonder how much emotional angst is associated with money. People breakdown because of the lack thereof; they self destruct due to an inability to deal with its unexpected glut; families fall apart, kids lose parents, husbands and wives lose spouses and all people seem to be concerned with is who gets to keep what.
Let’s not be foolish here, we don’t found businesses in the pursuit of fringe living. Sure, many of us want to legitimately change the world, but we don’t sneeze at the financial rewards associated with our successes. I’ve done the “2 minute noodles for a month” diet more times than I can remember, unsure where the next sale is going to come from or how to pay suppliers/employers/freelancers/and-other-’ers’ let alone remain fed. Thankfully, the entrepreneur in me (or is it the South African?) figured something out each time. The hypertension and sleeplessness is silly - it hasn’t and possibly cannot make me more productive or industrious, let alone lead to financial upturns.
Our relationship with money needs to be rethought. I suppose this is tantamount to asking Western society to reconstruct its core foundation, but so be it. What’s the rush? You’ll get there eventually. And even if you don’t, there are plenty of other things in one’s life to be excited about. Jumping out of buildings is irrational and defrauding people of billions is just plain stupid. Enjoy the slow climb.
