I Don’t Own Stocks, a Pension, a House — and I am Bountiful Happy

How to be a filthy rich with nothing to spend

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Countless times in my life people have told me I live like a billionaire but with way more time than the Jeff’s and Elon’s of this planet.

I might be happier too.

Billionaires are obsessed with money and power.

I couldn’t care less.

It’s just not in my configuration. I don’t manage to save, I don’t need a crypto portfolio, I don’t need property to believe that the rest of my financial life will be Sunday’s playing golf and hunting young sexy ladies at cocktail parties on yachts. I can do that without owning a house.

I don’t need a fur of dollars to protect my naked skin to the big disruptions that have just started.

It’s OK when you do. There are times that I am slightly jealous, but overall, really, I don’t.

I can rest in not having and be in complete and utter awe of life itself. Money hasn’t become a filter for me to grade life. I can let it in pure.

My minimal lifestyle is a silent protest