Happy, sappy


A recent conversation with an acquaintance about the relationship between happiness and wealth yielded the predictable response.

Money can't make you happy.

This, of course, coming from somebody who doesn't have to worry about that problem.

Poverty can't make you happy either.

What we are about in life, generally, is our ability to make choices. That's why we cherish our American way, calling it "freedom" but meaning something else. What it means is that we aren't required to be peasants just because we were born under the sign of peasantry.

Choices.

Stupid people have stupid parents.

Given the choice, most folks would choose intelligence over stupidity, unless they didn't know the difference. At that point, they'd say they were blessed with "common sense," a vague way of rationalizing their unwillingness to understand anything beyond what their minister told them.

Most Americans ("most" being a term loosely connected to our government's definition) have choices about most of their future. For the wealthy, paying for it is a lot easier. The rest of us queue at a lender's desk and end up paying three times what it's worth.

That's called debt and when we get too much of it, we find ourselves making choices.

The wealthy don't understand.

Happiness gets to pay cash.

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