I thought resilient was when you fall off your bike or bounce off a tree or something,
but you don't let it phase you and just keep riding.
Then you look at your injury later and go Holy **** I really did hit that thing didn't I ?
MY driver and motivation? Money. Then i can travel where and how i want, ride whatever bike I like, help my kids. Money.
You cant buy happy, but I've been poor and comfortable, and comfortable sucks a lot less.
Um, you do realize, resilient also means:Only someone who has not read any philosophy would attempt to quantify something that is qualitative and shove that opinion down other's throats. Use your own definition for such terms. In other words, you do you. There really is no right or wrong for this stuff.
I've found that my motivations change over time.
What motivated me in my 20s and early 30s (money and owning things) is not what motivates me now, which is owning my own time.
I think what's important is to detect if and when that change happens and not continue down the same path if your motivations do change. I believe that's when these existential and mid-life crises rear up - when you're no longer happy doing the same things you've always done because your priorities have changed.
Too many people keep going down a path laid down for them years or decades ago, paved by a younger version of themselves, who no longer resembles who they are now.
Um, you do realize, resilient also means:
(of a substance or object) able to recoil or spring back into shape after bending, stretching, or being compressed.
... what we have here is a failure to communicate.
MY driver and motivation? Money. Then i can travel where and how i want, ride whatever bike I like, help my kids. Money.
You cant buy happy, but I've been poor and comfortable, and comfortable sucks a lot less.
Mine was recognizing the pursuit of fortune does not always bring happiness. If you can find the path of earning a decent living that provides the opportunity to live is a nice balance. I know plenty of millionaires that are miserable. Drugs, hookers, gambling. They have lots of stuff and travel but, they have no true friends, several ex-wives, distant with their kids, distrust within their circle of friends.
I climbed the corporate ladder and drank the cool aid. I realized I didn’t need to run the place to be happy and the more you climb, the more your time is absorbed in work.
I don’t earn minimum wage and I know my wife and I could earn exponentially more in other positions. We enjoy the life we have at a modest living in a modest home. But, that is just me. I know plenty of folks that wouldn’t be happy with the life I live and that is ok too.
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