I read an article recently where four men with varying incomes ($1 million, $250k, $53k, and $7/hr plus tips) were each asked the same questions about money and happiness.
Specifically, they were asked how much money they would need in order to feel “set” and truly comfortable. All of them answered that they wanted to be making more — in fact, *several* times more than what they currently are making. Then they were asked how happy they are in any given day. Interestingly, all of them answered pretty high, about an 8 or 9.
I think we hear the phrase “live in the present” so often these days that it’s just become another platitude. We’ve become so bored of the present that we ignore it, choosing to sit idly while romanticizing about the promise of the future; some undefined point in time where we’re living in some perfect city, in a perfect house, with gratuitous amounts of money.
I don’t like the idea of perfection, I like the idea of balance. There is no perfect scenario. You don’t have to keep searching for paradise, you just have to recognize where it is.
I woke up today to the glow of the morning sun through my bedroom curtains. On most days I would have overlooked it, but not today. Today it looked like paradise.