Buy Memories Instead of Things
I love money, I love making it and I love spending it. I used to dream of buying expensive and luxurious things. The purpose was not for my enjoyment but to spike my haters. I admit that I am a petty person.
As I have small success in my business, I thought I will be marching into some high-end store demanding to see their latest goods. Yet, I did not. I still admire nice things through the glass panel and magazines, but I never thought of owning anything.
As I aged, I realised that owning things only add stress and misery. I remember wearing my first mid-range mechanical watch, I was worried about getting mugged and scratches. It spends more time in the drawer than on my wrist.
The time where I have no buyer remorse is when I have good meals with the family. Signing up lessons or gym sessions for the family. Or a movie night at the cineplex. I was not buying things but memories. Memories of time spent with family. Memories of experience something beyond our regular life.
I know I will carry all these memories to my grave. While things I can only leave it next to the tombstone.