Why I’m Not Rich
True confession: I’m over forty and have a net worth of ~$20,000. It actually hurts to see it written out in front of me like that.
So why is someone like me, who has every skill and good fortune necessary to be long retired with zero money concerns, staring at such an unpleasant number? Because I didn’t want to pay the price.
What’s the price of being rich? The price of being rich is to be okay with being uncomfortable. I wasn’t, so despite the fact that I was natural entrepreneur and computer programmer in 1978 [read: perfect timing to become a dot com zillionaire], I missed out. Now I’m playing catch-up…big time.
Going for comfort, I spent 25 years — yes that did say TWENTY FIVE YEARS, trying to be a good, spiritual person. Makes me want to puke now. Being a spiritual person doesn’t negate being wealthy, but I was convinced that it did.
A very wise person that I know says: â€œMoney is not worth living forâ€¦but itâ€™s REALLY worth makingâ€.
Why? Because it gave me an excuse not to be uncomfortable. It would have been very uncomfortable to follow my heart, so I made up new pseudo hearts and followed them.
For a while, I worked as a counselor in a maximum-security prison. I still laugh when I think of it because it is a known joke in prison, that everyone is…of course…innocent. Highest population of innocent people anywhere, in prison. The reason they all re-offend in my opinion is, they don’t admit that they did anything, that would be uncomfortable. Don’t you just crave to hear someone [oh, like Michael Jackson, for example] stand up and say, “Yes, I did all that horrible shit, I’m fucked up.”
I know now that there isn’t anything preventing me from having abundance in my life. I’m not afraid to be uncomfortable and I’m not afraid to be guilty. It’s the start of the second half, my knees are shot and I’m trailing by 20, butÂ at least I’m in the game now.