The Millionaire Myth

Now that I’ve somewhat gotten over the jet lag, I’m able to focus a bit better on job hunting, saving money, transportation and all of the other stuff that is collectively referred to as responsibility. Considering the time and effort that is invested in such things, I can’t help but think, “Wouldn’t it be great to be a millionaire!” This thought then triggers the potential routes to my avenue of riches: Lottery Tickets, inheritance, and maybe selling off a few internal organs. All of the ‘what ifs’, no matter how bizarre (or legal), run through my mind.

As for the lottery, I’m lucky but I’m not *that* lucky. Cleaning off a black jack table is basic math but those 1:25,827,165 odds on the Texas lottery don’t favor me too well. Inheritance is out of the question, most of my relatives have less money than I and while I could easily find a buyer for that extra kidney of mine, I prefer to keep my body parts. All in all, I think I’ll have to earn my millions the old fashioned way.one million dollars

Fortunately I haven’t been back in the states so long that I’ve forgotten where I spent the past year. There’s something sobering about dirt floors and bamboo walls. It not only makes you appreciative of what you have, it really makes you consider what you need. After all, if one can live just fine with such minimal housing and less than $150 a month, how much do you really need? I find this question less about convenience and comfort and more about purpose.

It’s a tragic blemish that so many spend their entire lives chasing their next level of comfort. The cycle of creating comfort zones and then expanding those zones is never ending for some. The entire meaning and purpose of their life is to grab the next luxury only to find themselves whining like a toddler when they’re unable to reach out and take hold of the lust that drives them [although they would never recognize it as lust]. If you spend a significant amount of time complaining and fearing that you might not make your car payment, maybe you should go the Philippines and pump your own toilet water for a year! It puts a perspective on things.

Yes, I love my comforts. Electricity, running water, ceiled houses, the motorcycles I drive, etc.. They are great comforts that I appreciate having. None the less, I don’t need them; at least not to the extent I believe I do sometimes. Our Purpose in life has to be greater than a philosophy of consumerism or else it is a goal never reached, never satisfied and never fulfilling. Life has to be less about things and more about people. Despite what television commercials often promise, mere ‘things’ will not change your life. People will change your life; you will change your life.
In God We Lust
I firmly believe what Ecclesiastes 10:19 clearly states, “A feast is made for laughter, and wine maketh merry: but money answereth all things.” One should always remember that such answers are only effective in contentment when the proper questions are truly known. Solomon understood that truth in degrees that we can only wish; he was the wealthiest, most powerful man in the world.

So what’s changed in me? Will I still work and try to make millions? I give that answer a maybe as money is not a great motivator for me. If I had a million dollars, It would have less of an impact on the neighborhood I live in and what I drive and more of an impact on the lives of those I know. I can only sum it up in a t-shirt I used to own, “He who dies with the most toys still dies.”

Phrases like ‘the American dream’,’the road to riches’ and ‘rags to riches’ are just sugar coated cliches for something that is better called ‘the millionaire myth’. It is an artificial purpose with an artificial destination for, frankly speaking, artificial people. Money is but one tool in the toolbox. Knowledge, understanding, wisdom, and integrity are just a few other tools and they will buy you way more than cash ever will. Yes, the American dream is nice to have but do yourself a favor, don’t waste your life on it.

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