The other day I happened to glance in the direction of the quote 500. It had a table of how the rich got their money. Part of it was from the lottery, part heritage. Still a fairly large number got wealthy through simple wages. But by far the biggest percentage got the money through their own company.Which made me think, is that why I started for myself? To become filthy rich?
“Financial independence”, as the nicely understated euphemism goes, certainly seems like something to strive for. One thing not to worry about anymore.
Except that the more you have, the more you want.
Except that the more you have, the more worried you get of losing it.
Except that money doesn’t buy love, happiness or the other intangibles that make life worthwhile.
Money however does buy time. Which can then be used to go for the intangibles. And I am very happy if I get to spend some time in between assignments tramping around the world, without having to worry (too much) about my bank account.
So yeah, I wouldn’t mind getting rich. But it certainly isn’t the reason for starting for myself.
I like challenges and this certainly is one. It’s the next adventure. Something where I have no idea how it will turn out. Something exciting and new.
Sure, just like every job, every assignment has its bad parts. And having to do quite a bit more administration isn’t my idea of fun either. But the good far outweighs the ugly.
I’m not trying to maximize my money, I’m trying to maximize my happiness.