I am not ashamed to admit to being easily contented. I don’t need a lot to feel happy. However occasionally I have to explain this to people who deem that my life is somehow lacking.
In danger of repeating myself to death, I’ll say this again. I’ve got a job. I’ve got good friends and family around me. I’ve got a roof over my head, even though it isn’t my own roof. I got enough money to spend on myself and on people whom I care about, and I’ve got enough to eat. Like the rest of my family, I’m debt free. I’m even managing to save at least 20% of my disposable income each month. I can afford a nice holiday once a year and occasionally even splurge on nice clothes and toys.
So I feel that I already have enough. Plus I’m putting enough aside for my future. More money would be good. More would be a bonus but I don’t need it. To some people the accumulation of wealth is a worthy pursuit. But I’m not like that. I’m not ambitious enough to see the point to it.
Plus due to pure luck, I am not like others who were born into the right family or circumstance, so to get more money means I would have to work extra hard for it. And if you ask me to choose between having lots of money but no time to spend it or less money with a better quality of life, my answer is obvious.
I don’t feel the need to move myself out of my comfort zone when I don’t see anything wrong with it. Which isn’t to say that I don’t admire people who build up great wealth from a humble background, because I do. I guess I’m just wired differently, and what makes you happy in life does not necessarily apply to me.
And yeah, I’m ok with being single too. π