Elon Musk Is On A One-Man Mission To Prove Money Doesn’t Make You Happy

If I were rich, I would be happy.

This thought came to me more than once this week while cleaning up trash and swabbing out toilets at my day job. But once I confronted the thought it melted away; two years ago today I was making about 400% more money and was about 200% unhappier. I wasn’t even that much more comfortable, to be honest. Somehow I managed to spend all of that extra money and had basically nothing to show for it.

“Money can’t buy you happiness” feels, when you’re poor, like one of the nastiest lies that rich people feed to you. It sounds like a maxim designed to keep you down, to make you stay satisfied with your wretched lot in life, to keep you from encroaching on their hallowed halls of aristocracy.

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The Idiots In The Check-Out Line

Once a month I sit with a delightful Buddhist monk named Kusala Bikshu. Sometimes he plays blues harmonica for us after meditation.

This week he told stories about his interactions with people in the world, and they were all real Buddhist Seinfeld tales – a monk, out of step with society, bumbles his way through awkward LA encounters. One of his stories summed up, for me, the absolute secret to being happy.

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