Happiness
I often have people regurgitating that old idiom “Money can’t buy happiness” at me.
To which I reply, I have been poor and miserable my whole life. Being rich and miserable would be a nice change of pace.
Who can claim to be unhappy when they don’t have to work and can, on a whim, hop on a private jet and spend a month or two in Rome or London? They only have one problem: How to spend all that money.
Maybe two if they are bound and determined to somehow take it into the after with them.
