This is an extract from an email that was sent to me.
Someone asked their very wealthy friend, what does it feel like to be rich? And below is his reply:
It feels great. Of course it feels great. How could having money feel anything but great. Oh I don’t mean to imply that it solves all of life’s problems, but it certainly takes the pressure off many of them.
Such as I never worry about how things are going to get done. I just know that they will get done. I never think about how much anything costs. What a waste of time. If I want it, I can have it. It’s pretty simple.
I don’t tend to spend money just to be spending it either, that’s for those newbie millionaires. Buying stuff just to prove who has the most money, who can wear the most gawdy jewelry. I don’t have to own the finest penthouse overly decorated in gold to feel good about myself. While those things are just fine for others, I don’t feel any need to prove I have money, it’s nobodies business
but mine and I really don’t care what other people think. I completely understand their motivation and more power to them, but it’s not necessary for me to feel good about myself.
I never worry about losing my wealth. I mean I know that sometimes happens to people. They will make and lose millions over and over. I don’t see the sense in that. I never think about those kind of “what if” situations. I appreciate my wealth, why would I even think about losing it? I know I’ve always been able
to make money and that is something about me that can’t be taken away.
I love the feel, taste, look and smell of quality, so I don’t bother with anything that isn’t. I don’t mean to sound snobbish here but I can honestly say I’ve never set foot in a Walmart. Don’t even know if there’s one near me. Not that I wouldn’t, it might be a fun adventure. Maybe I’d find out what everyone is so enamored with old Sam Walton. Gotta give him credit, he turned a small store into an empire. Gotta give him that!
I’ve always just had a knack for increasing my wealth. I’ve got an eye for it, I’ve never had to work hard. Actually I enjoy what I do so much I don’t ever think of it as work. For me it’s play. Always has been. I get up in the morning and go play. I don’t have anyone telling me where or when, it’s my game and I love it. The money just keeps multiplying and multiplying, it always has. I’m not even sure what my net worth is, it doesn’t matter. You get to a point where it’s too much to comprehend, so you don’t bother.
I’ve never have to think about any of the financial stuff, taxes, paying bills, investment accounts, etc. I haven’t written a check in years. I have a large team of carefully chosen professionals who handle all of that for me and I pay them well. I trust them completely, I just sign the papers when I need to and they take care of me and protect me. I deeply respect their expertise and I go out of my way to let them know I appreciate them. Actually I love those guys, everyone of them. They treat my wealth as if they were protecting their own and actually they are because I believe in sharing my wealth with those who support me in it. They protect me, they protect themselves.
I respect all the people who work for me. They are like family, and in every case they’ve been with me for a while. They’re great, they know my tastes and I’m pretty open. Communication is a two way street, they know if they need to talk to me, I’ll make myself available to them and that I’ll listen. It’s all about respect.
I have a few credit cards. But I use one for most everything. I have one specifically for really big purchases, that I use occasionally too. Then I don’t have to worry about saving receipts. I have no idea what the credit limits are on the cards. I’m sure I could probably max them out (?) if I tried but what would be the point of that. My accountant has known me long enough to
figure out how much I might need and I’m sure the cards have limits well over what that amount is. Truth is, I’ve never really thought about it. In all my travels, purchases, etc. it’s never been an issue.
I tend to keep a certain amount of cash tucked in my wallet for security, but I rarely ever use it. It’s for situations where only cash will do, but they are rare. Cash just isn’t necessary for the most part anymore. The idea of walking around with a big roll of bills is silly to me, I don’t need it and it would obstruct the line of my pants. If I need cash I just call my accountant or I stop at a bank.
I admit a few times in my life, I’ve seen someone who touched me, a waitress who in spite of a horrible boss/work situation gives great service with a sweet smile, a stranger who goes out of their way to do something kind, a guy on the street who’s twinkle in his eye overwhelms the hunger on his face. When I see something special like that in someone I like to slip a nice bill out of my wallet and leave it with them somehow. Sometimes I have to just pass it to them, but I try to do it so they won’t know who left it, I enjoy thinking about their faces when they find the bill.
If I see something I really want, something that just vibrates with me, I buy it. I don’t worry about paying too much or getting a good deal. When you’re rich, people tend to give you things for free all the time. Everywhere you go, people are handing you “bling bags”. I figure sometimes I may overpay for something and then I turn around and get something else for free. It all
balances out in the end, why should I worry about it?
I have a few of houses, but I can only live in one at a time, so they set empty most of the time. I loan them out to friends for vacations and business. I let the housekeepers know where I’ll be and when (within reason) and they know how to stock the house/kitchen/bar. I love good food. I like to cook sometimes.
I’m like everyone else, I let the housekeeper know what I want for dinner, or I order out or I go to a restaurant. It’s all good.
I don’t walk around all day thinking about being wealthy. It’s like air to me or health, it’s just mine. I don’t feel like my wealth makes me better or less than anyone else. It would be a pretty silly gauge of a persons worth to judge them by what’s in their bank account instead of what’s in their heart. I see a lot of not so genuine people, but I see a lot of really great people too. Money
doesn’t have anything to do with it.
I also don’t feel like having money obligates me to spend it supporting charitable endeavors. I get invited to a ridiculous amount of fundraisers and I never go to any of them. Why would I want to put myself through hours of charity smiles, over cooked food and horror stories? Gives me chills just to think about it.
It’s all choices anyway, everyone could be wealthy if they wanted it and allowed it. I give money to programs, people, ideas that really light me up. I love supporting ingenuity and resourcefulness. There’s nothing better than being able to give anything I want to something that touches my heart in a special
way. It’s such a rush.
Well and my family. Of course my family is all completely taken care of, they always have been, that’s a given.
I don’t know if I’ve answered your question. I know you wanted a more “feeling” type answer, but honestly, what do you want me to say, it feels good. I mean how could money feel anything but good. There’s no such thing as bad money. It’s all just money.
What I buy feels good, for a while. What I give away feels good, for a while. Making more money feels good, for a while. Offering financial security to my employees feels good, for a while. But then it’s always off to the newest “what feels good”. It’s all about enjoying it and then moving on to the next grand adventure. Isn’t that what life is all about?