At Starbucks my friend turned to a man and said, "Excuse me sir, what do you do for a living?" He sold investments for a bank. He was a business man, divorced, wealthy, and moved back here to be with his kids. We questioned him about how he looked at life, what paid off and what didn't, and if we were going to lose our teenage angst. He said "To get anything meaningful you have to work hard at something. Big things pay big the small things play little." He proceeded to tell us about all the places he visited, Russia, Japan, Germany, Switzerland, and many others. I was inspired to be something big. I was inspired until he said, "With money it's easy to be happy. You can do a lot of things to have fun."
The man clearly hated his job when we asked him about it. He wasn't happy that he had to come back to work out here because he didn't like the city. The only thing that seemed to make him happy was money. That's not what I want. I'd rather be poor and doing something I love than be rich and finding my happiness in paper.
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