Today on a drive back from Shadyside I said something I found to be profound. I drove past a billboard for the Powerball and I saw that it was up to 312 million dollars. I started discussing things I would buy.
I rattled off a bunch of things I would do with the money, but I said that I wouldn't worry about buying a new car... I drive a Subaru Outback. (Maybe that's naive, I probably would, but that isn't the point.)
The point I'm trying to make is this...
Say you're sitting on a bench downtown. You see a man pull up and get out of a Ferrari. You think to yourself, "He looks like a respectable guy, and I bet he's rich too." The man doesn't open the other door, instead a woman climbs out of the other door and they walk away not saying a word to each other. Your thoughts of the man probably don't change just from that sight, but here is another thought.
Now you're sitting on that same bench. A man pulls up in a modest four door sedan. As he gets out you think, "He looks respectable enough." He rushes around to open the door for a young woman. The two link arms and walk away smiling from ear to ear. Now you think, "Wow, I bet he's happy too."
Nowhere in that second scenario did you think about how much money the man had.
That's the point I'm trying to drive home here.
It doesn't matter what you have on the outside, be it a Ferrari or a four door sedan, it's about what you have inside.
It's about happiness over wealth because believe it or not the two don't go hand in hand.
Sure it's easier to cover up sadness with extreme wealth, but money can't buy you love and it sure as hell can't buy you happiness either.
I'll take the Subaru with the girl of my dreams over a Ferrari with someone I don't truly love.
NP: Yo (Excuse Me Miss)- Chris Brown
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