in 2020, i cared about making money. a lot. it was all i could think about. and thinking about it constantly stressed me into a daily grind. more. i always needed more.
in 2020, i was also jaded. unfulfilled. so i made it my sole priority. it was a total cope, but it worked. i made more. a lot more. more than i’ve ever made up until then.
you see, when you’re “happy,” you have no incentive to cope. you’re literally just happy. you wake up feeling really good about your life, so you don’t fix it. you don’t need to. it’s not broken. you’re not neurotic about wanting. you already have it all.
but when you’re “sad,” you ruminate endlessly and try to find the way out. you want to be happy. you don’t know what’ll make you happy though, so you go for the low hanging fruit. who knows if money will make you happy. but it still gives you something to focus on. it prevents you from spending your entire day watching netflix. whether it works or not doesn’t matter. you’re moving. you’re doing something.