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Wealth is an Illusion, and Barely Even a Means to an End
Recently, I experienced a casual revelation, or perhaps a profound realization, that has significantly altered my perspective on life.
In a relatively short span of time, I faced multiple health scares, each one more concerning than the last. As I spent countless sleepless nights, consumed by the anxiety of countless potential diagnoses and worst-case-scenarios…
Somewhat of a powerful truth emerged:
Success, money and the pursuit of each mean nothing if your health is going to sh*t.
As my mindset began to evolve, it seemed to do so with an innate sense of gratitude… the kind with which people move on from after having modestly kissed death, or something.
And hey… I spent more than half my life actively trying to end it early, so what did I really expect around this age, eh?
I should have been kinder to my future self.
But anyway…
Having been addicted, at one point or another, to heroin, methamphetamine, benzodiazepines, alcohol, and anything else that gave me “something to look forward to” in a *wink wink, nod thud* kind of way.
