After a little incident involving a failed handbrake and my car smashing into a Saab, I have once again been considering the merit and comfort factor in being a rich bastard.

Surely a large portion of the cash I have to my name will be paid out to two parties to fix their cars. I will be poorer. At first that makes me feel quite shithouse as I work pretty hard to make the pittance that lies dormant in my bank account. But upon deeper thought I remember that having a bigger number in the account doesn’t actually make me feel happier than I am at the present. A very wise friend of mine once asked me  ” who gives a f%$# if you got $100000000000 when you live stressed and depressed 23.9hrs a day?”..

His question begs the deeper question of how much money is enough? Why does money give us comfort, if materials don’t add up to happiness; and money can only really buy materials? The aforementioned friend also said that” once you can let go of material shit, you’re better off”… My assumption was that in saying this, my friend meant that an attachment to anything material can only really lead to pain as it is impermanent by nature. The Buddhist philosophy is that EVERYTHING is impermanent and therefore we should have no attachment to ANYTHING. While I find this a little extreme and close to impossible to achieve while still living in any society, I can see the merits in the theory.

Everyone needs money to survive and money itself is not evil. Perhaps its the greed fueled by the positive feelings we have once we spend  the money that people become hooked on. From here it is a short journey to greed and tightarsery which is behind so many million/billionaires. I sometimes wonder if it is even possible to be a million/billionaire without ripping someone off or doing wrong by someone…

What are your thoughts?