I am part of the group made up of girls and boys who pay their gas bills, vacations, or denim jackets without much sighing, even their cars or houses.
Smart people, right?
Well, not necessarily.
The dumbest of the fools I’ve known had money or positions.
How so?
You don’t have to be smart to make a lot of money?
Surprise!
No.
In 90% of cases, you just need to be tenacious and thirsty for cheap validation.
If you’re not a champion at something, if you can’t play the piano or write, if you’re not an inventor or a top doctor, then you feel that your only social differentiator is your wallet.
And because people are tempted to underline this with thick strokes, stuffing it as much as they can, hoping that someone will notice them.
Then you start competing with other wallet-holders and keep it up…
You’ll end up dying without doing anything important in life, after five successful marriages, wondering which of your wives was the dumbest.
I’ll tell you the order: 4, 2, 3, 1, 5.
The fourth one got burned the most, evaluated incorrectly, you didn’t die on her watch.
She couldn’t stand your skin and the smell of an old man anymore and left.
Does it make sense?
Kind of.
What doesn’t make sense, however, is the endless accumulation.
I wrote in my second book: the sign of complete maturity is when you align your aspirations with your reasonable needs.
So if the fate of the planet doesn’t depend on your money and you do more than you need, you’re just a sad, insecure person, having only one validating argument: money.
In other words, you’re kind of stupid.
Have you seen these money-people rewarding each other and going through all sorts of rankings?
And no one look at them, because people still look after Clapton, Messi, Nole, meaning true special ones!
Banally chasing the first place in ‘The Richest in the Cemetery’…
Just look up at the sky, brothers!
Everything is far, far away…
Catalin Beciu
