Hear enuf stories of people who have reached their dream of getting ahead financially, and you realize you don’t “make it” and then at a certain dollar figure suddenly snap out of a competitive mindset and start to feel the joie de vivre. The moments of win, they too soon lose their shine. It’s become a cliché, the wealthy who never feel they have enuf, because there’s always someone who has more and there’s always some way you could lose it. There’s now more to maintain so you have to keep an eye on it, or keep an eye on whoever is keeping an eye on it. Someone could cheat you, sue you, or your partners could make dumb decisions and lose it. You hear of millionaires killing themselves because they lost some of their fortune, or simply because after they’d made it, they still were unhappy and didn’t have anything left to strive for that they could imagine would bring them contentment. You’d think we’d have learned by now, 2000 years since the complaint of a roman emperor, “Omnia fui; nihil expedit.” Notice the word miserable; the root is miser, the rich one who doesn’t share. If you think you’re doing it for your kids, there’s that other cliché, the poor little rich kids who never get enuf of their parents’ time and attention. If your dream is simply to be rich, that will be too poor of a life.