We don’t need more millionaires of money in this world. We need more millionaires of love.
What is the point of having more millionaires of money in this world when we don’t really care for each other anymore?
I see a lot of my young friends becoming millionaires, rich, wealthy. I see a lot of cars, houses when things go right , and a lot of complainings, angers, demands when things go wrong. I see a lot of big talks about hustling, sleepless nights, making money work for you.
But I never saw them say anything about happiness, love, about caring for each other. I never saw them sharing about their loved ones, their families, their happy hobbies from childhood that they have forgotten.
I saw a lot of traveling photos, selfies on sunset, luxurious hotel’s check-ins. But I never saw them share about things they have explored within themselves, about people around them, or the lessons they have learned in those journeys.
Believe it or not, as much as we keep talking about the “journey”, all we care about are the beautiful destinations.
I met those young millionaires over coffee and all they talked about is money, work, next plans. I never heard they ask “Did you sleep well, how do you eat, how does your body feel?”. Skip the “small” talks they said, let’s talk about money, and “big” talks about things they had never really cared about anyway.
They never talk about their passion, which they have mistaken for money. They are on the phone all the time, checking how much money they are making or losing today.
Work becomes their passion, their sleeping pills, their breakfast, their days. They work until they’re exhausted to sleep. They wake up having work, spend their days working.
Kids driving plastic four-wheel Car.
Crying when they don’t get Money candy.
Oh the world of young millionaires.
Where is the love?
When will you be really honest with yourselves that you have let the money blind you?
Wake up. Be brutally honest. And stop becoming a slave to work, greed and money.
What are you trying to prove? Who are you trying to prove? Will all of the time and effort you spend your ONE life proving really make you happy in the end?