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The Impractical Spending Of The Wealthy

By Gabriella Aka
Fri April 21, 2017

Does it make sense to think that just because one has more money than they need, it’s okay to spend it excessively?

What do I mean? Well, I’ve been thinking about wealth. I don’t mean the kind that money cannot buy i.e. happiness, peace of mind, etc. I’m talking about the kind of wealth that we all dream of having; $$$$$$$$.

I was thinking about what I would do if I came into a lot of wealth. Would I buy the most expensive car and then buy six more? Would I build a huge mansion that even my entire family couldn’t fully occupy? Would I over flow my closet with shoes, clothes, jewelry and accessories that I couldn’t wear in a whole year with three outfit changes a day? What would I do if i suddenly could afford anything in the world.

This got me analyzing the typical rich person’s spending habits. They probably own a mansion with five, six, or more rooms than they cannot fill, own a fleet of luxurious cars and a closet full of clothes that they wear once or never wear at all, and probably splurge on the most luxury vacation destinations with only VIP service. I watched “Million Dollar Rooms”, and I never really understood the guy who put real diamonds in his shower head, or the guy who had his door knobs made out of gold, or even the people who collect cars and pinball machines.

While this is all great, I couldn’t help but think how impractical it is. Why does one person need six cars? I mean I get having two or three (for backup). But six, seven, eight? Why? Why does your house need to be so big that one could get lost trying to find their way to the other end? Why do you have more clothes and shoes than you can reasonably wear? In the TV show “Schitt’s Creek”, Eugene Levy and his son star – among others, as a wealthy family who are forced to live in a “crappy” city they bought as a joke. How does it make any sense to purchase a whole city just because you can?

Don’t get me wrong. I’m not against splurging on the finer things in life, if you can afford to. If it’s yours, then you deserve to buy seven cars and an island if you feel like it.

I just think it is impractical. If you have a big family who occupy the many rooms in your resort type home, then by all means build as many as you need. What I don’t understand is spending on the excess.

At the risk of sounding cliché, I will say this; I am a believer in the concept that world has so much to offer. If I had lots of money, of course I would buy a few extra clothes, get a nice comfortable house that fits me and my family, and make sure that those close to me are comfortable. I just would not buy seven cars and build six mansions, or buy a city as a joke.

I would help improve humanity the best way I can; schools in my home country, food banks/shelter for the needy, charity programs that uplift people, adopting a young person who needs someone to help them achieve their potential, the possibilities are endless.

I would chase the adventures the world has to offer. I would travel to every continent (every country if possible), take loads of photos, write stories, learn other cultures, have life fulfilling experiences and live life in a way that brings me the wealth that matters; happiness, peace of mind, love, etc.

Most importantly, I would always remember that wealth will fade away because after all, it is vanity.

Disclaimer; the views in this article are solely those of the author and are not intended to reflect badly on anyone who might identify with topic.

 

 

Everyday People – August 30th 2016

I met Robert Adams today. He’s a tall African American man with dread locks that reach the small of his back, pulled in a low ponytail. When I first walked into the historic looking high-rise building on Vermont avenue NW, Washington DC, he greeted me with charm and eloquence. He had been typing an email.

“Hold on a second, I’ll finish this email and I can be out of your way”. Just a moment later, he asked – looking down at his computer screen; “So are you in school? Or…” I smiled and told him my education spiel and how I’m working a new job now in addition to this concierge gig (updates about this in a new blog coming soon).

In the few minutes we talked, I found out he’s been playing guitar for 40 years.

“OMG that’s crazy cause I sing too!”, I said, gushing as he pulled his guitar from under the concierge desk and put it in its bag.

“Well then, you should come to our Live Music Monday shows in Silver Spring” he said, the sound of his guitar bag zipper subtle but noticeable as he spoke.

For a moment, I did consider it. I mean, I’ve been thinking about a venue where I can sing with a live band and just have a relaxed time on stage, sharing this gift that God bestowed upon my vocal pipes. As I processed his invitation, he pulled out a card and handed it to me. I looked at the card thinking; I’ll keep this. Maybe one of these evenings. Who Knows? 

“I wanna learn to play. I bought a guitar once, and my fingers just wouldn’t cooperate.

“Hah! see? You know what they say… when the student is ready, the teacher will appear”, he said in response. I smiled at his subtle invitation be my teacher.

A few minutes later, his girlfriend came down to meet him in the lobby for their lunch date. As she stepped out of the building, he stayed back, pulled out a black newsboy hat, the kind with extra room for long locks like Bob Marley’s, and he put it on.

In that moment, I saw the artist in the man. He had gone from a suited up, prim and polished look, to an approachable lover of the arts, just by adding a hat and removing his name brooch.

When he finally stepped out to meet his woman, no sooner had they taken 3 steps before he extended his left hand and placed it on the small of her back; a gesture of protection, and affection. I smiled in admiration as they disappeared down the rather quiet street.

I met Robert Adams today and I saw the meaning of simple happiness. I saw love, passion, art, and life in his eyes and heard them in the words he spoke. It was my pleasure Mr. Adams, and maybe I’ll visit and listen to your show one of these Mondays.

 

Diverse

Diverse: The perfect way to EMPHASIZE difference while seemingly being accepting of it.

Diverse like who?

Like black or white? Like brown or pale? Like light-skinned or charcoal dark? Like heavy-set or skinny-bod? Like tall or small? Like smart or dumb? Like rich or poor?

Diverse like how?

Like Muslim or Christian? Like believers or atheists? Like church or club? Like Gospel or secular? Like priest or pastor? Like sinner or saved?

Diverse like when?

Like communism or capitalism, like democrat or republican? Like Monarchy or Anarchy?

Truth: The safety of the familiar, the skepticism of the diverse.

Chasing Peace, Love, Happiness… And Everything In-Between

When we are young, we are secure in the comfort of our parents’ love and protection (for those of us lucky enough).

Reality is living everyday as it is, saying what we feel and expressing whatever emotions we have in the moment.

But then we grow up and we dream. We do everything to chase those dreams, dreams that – for just about every average person, are roughly the same; Peace, love, happiness, comfort, success, and everything else in-between.

It’s a state of mind I’ve been told. You dream it, believe it, work for it and achieve it.

Everyone who says this is cheating our adult minds out of the realities that are intertwined with the pursuit of this dream, that may or may not be achieved.

If indeed it is achieved, there is a struggle to maintain it, and a fear of losing it. That is the truth; it’s a constant grapple.

real-life

Real life

Yes. We choose our day to day state of mind. We choose whether to let our struggles bring a smile to our hearts or sour us to the point where we sour others. But it’s a cycle.

Think of it this way; in this race, everybody is chasing the same things. No one’s actually winning or loosing. Some days others are ahead and other days, they are outrun. True happiness is understanding that as fully as possible.

About those dreams, keep on dreaming, but don’t get lost in it cause reality is a she-dog and she’ll yank you right back out to run this race we call life.

Peace.

-Gabbie A.-