Why Do It?

We never seem to be content in our lives.

Someone brought up a point the other night as we talked about stocks. The conversation inevitably fell for a few seconds on Facebook. He asked why after being bought out for billions would the founders even bother to go through the hassle of an IPO? Why not just ride into the sunset and accept your blessings? Not to steal a lame page from the liberal-socialist handbook, but how much money do you need?

Looks like some people plain need more. Also at work, I reckon, is ego. As in, "my company went to an IPO" thing. When you have one thing, you want two, when you have two, you challenge yourself to get a third and so on. The thrill of it all is natural. I can see why, with free time on their hands, people would want to push forward.

It's the same with workoholics who have more money than they could ever want or need, yet, there they sit at their desks, accounting for their existence, slaves to something. Perhaps their own mind.

Personally, if I won or earned that kind of money, there's no way in hell I'm wasting my time determining what my stock will be worth. There's so much more to life and too little time.

I go on and take another leap into the Age of Aquarius. I read, travel, learn and acquire knowledge. Heck, I'd do so many things. Anything but haggle over something that really doesn't enhance your inner-journey. Go build a fricken hut for some lost South American tribe you always wanted to engage.

A big bad ass house where they would worship you as you sip and slurp a Slush Puppy.

I'd enjoy another aspect of life and humanity most people will never have an opportunity to experience and enjoy.

Meh.

Fucking Doug Henning.