I sometimes feel jealous of other people my age who have created their own successful companies. Just a pang of jealousy. Then I envision in my mind an alternate reality where I did start my own company. I had lots of happy clients and employees who worked long hours. I was financially successful. Then I realize that unfortunately, that’s a reality that I don’t give a rat’s ass about. To keep producing the same thing over and over again. For what? For money? That’s the problem. I don’t care enough about money. That’s when I have the realization I don’t belong in society since I care about money only insomuch as I have a warm meal on my plate, or can sit on the beach watching the sun set, or spend long hours reading books or catching up on any and all subjects that catch my fancy on the internet. Is this why I’m not as financially successful at this point in my life as I have the potential to be? I do care about people. Maybe too much in fact. I love looking into someone’s eyes and hearing their story, laughing at their jokes, comforting them through their tears. Is there money in this? Certainly. But right now I’m writing a book. And this blog is distracting me from that…
