Ever heard of that story? That Cinderella couple that went from poor to lavishly rich, to being poor all over again without ever figuring out in their lifetime how such doom came about upon them when once upon a time they drove BMW’s with leather upholstery and bought unique flower seeds for those that had the time of the day to garden and plan each blooming season. I heard of it. I heard of it today during an audio on the life that two successful leaders had lived, a life now far behind them, and their generous reflection.
I think about this precise couple when I think about what my coworker said to me this morning in great enthusiasm. It’s that gut dropping feeling like, say, a friend found out you finally got on a sports team that you tried really really hard for, so then they decided to join themselves without the same preparation or effort at all. I don’t know, it doesn’t feel good.
What she told me was that she has gotten herself involved in the same business that I currently am still learning about. The first words that came out of her mouth were that she wanted to be rich and that she can’t wait to ‘get people in’. And these are alas, the people that we always ‘hear’ about, but at least I, myself, have never seen.
I know this blog post already sounds suspicious, but taking the advice from multiple persons who have told me not to be apologetic about the contents here, I’m not sorry.
The fact is that there are people out there who utilize vehicles of all sorts, good and bad, for their own use. And that’s where practically everything gets a bad review. Have anyone ever seen the “Karate Kid”? Wasn’t Karate meant to protect oneself and the ones that you loved? Have no one ever used it for purposes otherwise? I grew up with an older sister who took Karate, and I can tell you right now that ‘protecting’ ones that you love – assuming that she did love me in our rowdy youth – was not what she used Karate for.
So when my coworker was all bright eyed in the morning saying she couldn’t wait to just get rich and retire forever and live life lavishly and have money in the bank, I pray that she doesn’t. I pray that the reason behind my prayer is not because I’m bias, not because of that secret fueling intolerance you feel thinking your friend does not deserve their place for not seeing things eye to eye. I hope that my mentality and sense of self is higher than that, but for people who only want to go rich, for people who just wants to sign up and ‘get people in’; to dream of extravaganza without ever understanding why they were going through the trouble, I don’t want you on my team. And those were my words when another coworker of mine said, “Well you should’ve talked her into it.” Because the truth is, a desire for money won’t get you far in life. And on the off chance that you do get your hands on some wealth, your character will show transparently in how you handle your finances. The only route I know to exist is precisely so : from rags to riches, and back to rags again.
And you won’t even know why.
So I hope that I will be able to stand my ground for whatever else that may come and result from her decision. Whether it ‘didn’t work’ for her, or that we should all start doing what she does because that’s ‘how you make money’. I hope that the initial fear I had hearing her words dissipates into confidence and calm in how I handle my own affairs. Sure a stable financial statement would be great – awesome even – but my dad always said, you can have all the money in the world and still not live freely.
For myself, I am here to learn; I am here for so much more than to get some quick buck and cash out on an overpriced jacket. I am here not just to afford cheap weed at the end of the week because I don’t want to quit in order to become a nurse. I am here to listen and humble and embarrass myself.
Day 27 – Money is not important, but everything that is, utilizes money.
Twenty Sixth Post: Living With Purpose (Day 26)