Money and happiness

In as much as I agree with a majority of what yu said, I feel I should also add something in line with the subject.

Awesome! 🙂 Shoot.

I too have heard the expession money does not buy happiness countless times and I too agree that money does buy freedom and freedom to a degree constitutes “happiness”.

Not really. There is no natural connection from freedom to happiness, in no degree. They are two completely separate things, and the only thing is one is more likely, because of biology, to be happy in a state of freedom. It’s maybe a correlation, but that’s all.

With that said, it did not make sense to me that every rich guy should utter the message in one way or another.

They should because they are rich and that means they have the time to utter such messages instead of the other message 🙂 That means, you either help or STFU, amirite? Why bother otherwise?

If you are not rich, sour grapes and all, you may shout that being rich is not that great, there is no ethical burden here. “Not rich”, not poor. If you’re poor, you must survive instead of living, which kinda sucks.

It’s not like they formed a club (I’m not sure though, they might have one) and decided, heck let’s tell this people that being wealthy is not all that.

Everyone is in a club. There is a natural conspiracy phenomenon where people collude in groups based on opinions and mentalities and then defend their mutual interest.

However, in this case, the club is not strongly formed. It is though the club of the not helping rich philosophers. They don’t know each other but like all humans they will smile and nod at the opinion of the others like themselves.

It is way more common for this message to trickle down from the circles of the wealthy than any other message. From tech billionaires to Hollywood stars to trade stars, they write, speak and advise that money is not really important, all while flying their private jets.

The thing I have come to discover with money is not so much as making it, but rather managing it.

It depends. Spending money rationally is not really management. Management is when you empower your money to produce more wealth. That is simply another activity, just like any other. It may be a hobby, a part time occupation, a full time occupation, a passion, an obsession or an addiction. Only at the later stages it actually is a problem.

And secondly, one which resonates with the subject here is: unless you can be content with the progress you have made so far, and that you enjoy the process to accumulating weatlh- getting to that point of being rich won’t help really. You’ll still be miserable, the only difference is you’ll be miserable and wealthy…something I presume is far worse.

The process of wealth accumulation is not really experienced. Success and failure are experienced. Wealth accumulation is an observable, if it happens it is positive, reinforcing feedback.

It is not worse to be miserable and wealthy, it is better, simply because if you manage to crawl out of your misery there is a soft cushion of wealth to lay on, and you know it. The not rich know there is nothing welcoming outside of their sunken soul. The poor cannot even become miserable, because they have to survive and surviving is a miserable experience overall.

Happiness begins from withing, and much like what DHH said..should not be pegged on materialism

Well, maybe. I believe happiness is extremely particular. Happiness is when you do the right thing, at the right time, in the right place, with the right people etc.

There is happiness rooted in materialism.

“Should” is not allowed anywhere near happiness, because that is what makes dominant culture be dominant: asserting their recipe,

To get A people should B, only if they would C. Bleh.

I tried to buy happiness with so many things, money included.

They say money can’t buy happiness. But did you ever try to buy it without money? 😉


I tried to buy happiness with so many things, money included. True story.

I tried to buy happiness with work.

I got happiness with so many strings attached, I couldn’t enjoy a second of it because I was so busy untangling all those strings.

I tried to buy happiness with health.

This was a shady transaction. I got depression, the opposite of happiness. Depression is so damn expensive I quickly ran out of health but found I got addicted to the void. The withdrawal was an excruciatingly boring isolation in numbness.

I tried to buy happiness with love.

I got happiness but alas, I am not a being of infinite love, I put a higher price on my love than what the happiness factory was offering. Negotiation bore no fruit, but I found out I can make my own brew of happiness out of love. Who knew.

I tried to buy happiness with time.

Worst idea ever. I became a resource. That’s what the happiness factories use for the happiness of some, the time of others. My time became a raw material, no added value. I felt like Russia, important but with an economy the size of Italy. It sucked. I quit. Being. Russia.

I tried to buy happiness with patience.

Patience did buy me joy. Joy is the next best thing, when you can’t afford happiness or when your happiness is unachieveable. In no way I could trade neither patience for happiness, nor joy for happiness. In fact I found that the joyful are no longer customers of the happiness factories because they don’t make the plus sizes of happiness that fit a joy filled soul.

I tried to buy happiness with detachment.

Detachment once bought me a ticket for a visit inside the happiness factory and witnessed the illusion. I lost my detachment and found my disillusion.

I tried to buy happiness with money.

Money bought a lot of pleasure and fleeting instantaneous happiness. The problem was that it was a monthly fee. Actually a daily fee and in the terms and conditions it said that when the money runs out you automatically get enrolled in the free offering of constant stress.

I tried to buy happiness with faith.

They didn’t deliver so I wasted my faith.

I tried to buy happiness with reason.

The bodyguards kicked me out of the store, while the staff yelled behind me that they have the right to select their clientelle. There was indeed a fine print I didn’t notice in the education society gave me.