Years ago, an old friend, who was a stockbroker, once told me that wealthy people are hardly ever happy with what they have. “How come?” I wondered. We were walking down Sixth Avenue in Manhattan. “Have you noticed that beggar we just passed by?” he asked. “Not really,” I answered in earnest, “not until you pointed him out just now.” “That is no surprise,” he assured me, “we hardly ever notice anyone who is beneath us in their socio-economic status. And that is,” he triumphantly concluded, “why rich folks are never happy.” Being that I am a little thick, I was still a little confused, so my friend went on: “Wealthy people,” he said, “rarely stop to consider people of smaller stature than theirs, and say – ain’t I lucky with all the money and assets I have accumulated. They only look at the next person, positioned above them on the wealthiest people’s list, and say – I need to make it to the next level or else I cannot be happy.” We walked in silence for a while before he added, “trust me, I should know; all my clients are very wealthy, but none are really content.”
It was a chat that stayed with me as a life lesson.
And thus for me, sometimes, happiness is simply
being one with the kayak; in peace with the lake.
I don’t have to live by the water, even if I currently do.
I don’t even have to own a kayak; it is so simple to rent one.
Being content is making time to do something I enjoy doing and,
as a known sports apparel brand so eloquently put it:
Just do it.
p.s. this something should preferably not include anything to do with a keyboard; surf-board excluded.
Learned from: an hour of kayaking on the lake and an old friend’s tale