I live on the 59th floor. I sleep on the 59th floor. I eat on the 59th floor. I watch Netflix on the 59th floor. The higher up you are, the more wealth you have. I am on the 59th floor. My building has 73 floors. The middle finger of Manhattan (not shown in this image) has over 100 floors. And although the scale of wealth is measured by floor, happiness sure is not. And yes cliche, money does not buy happiness. Yes, I know we have all heard it, but I’m saying it again.
Money does not buy happiness.
I once spent six weeks in Guatemala and the families I stayed with wouldn’t have gotten their foot in the door of the first floor. One family I stayed with had nothing more than a wooden plank for me to sleep on. The plank was raised three inches off the dirt floor, which was sprinkled with chickens running around, and I cannot tell you how happy we all were. I don’t think I have ever been surrounded by so much laughter and smiles.
When you realize the floor you’re on, the car you have, the amex in your wallet will all perish when you perish, you will understand none of it is more important than the smiles you put on the faces of the people around you. When you die none of your wealth goes with you, but the impact you leave will carry on.
So, I’m saying it again.
Money does not buy happiness