A recent documentary on the application of Sun Tzu Art of War in modern society was screened on the local television channel.
The interviewee - Adam Khoo
A millionaire by the age of 26
Once he was a failure in school but soon he made his mark and achieved his million. A full time consultant giving pep talks and making money out of it, he commented in local media papers, that he was looking forward to his next million.
A faint glint of smile rose from the corner of my mouth. There was no fireworks or sarcarsm, nothing but the smirk on my face.
Under Stephen Covey, author of the well-known book 'Seven habits of highly effectively people'
categorised such behaviour as money-centred personality.
Reminds me of a Zen antecode - to keep it short, please excuse the grammer involved.
Rich man saw fisherman resting.
ask him, how long to catch a load of fish
fisherman replied.
rich man asked why he dont catch more
fisherman asked why must he catch more.
rich man went on to explain...
more fish, more money, can buy more boat, then a fleet, then a company, then list on stock exchange, then retire early then can sing song, drink beer with friends
fisherman said, am i not doing these things now
Taking cue from the antecode above, I have seen how the rich lived in SG. a Venture-capitalist whose family I waited upon during a CNY moonlighting job I took up years ago.
He owns a total of 13 vehicles. Yes indeed, 13! From THE Porsche 911 to the flaming Ferrari 512, Ferrari F40, Volvo, BMW, Rolls Royce, Harley Davidson and even a sleek Lambogini
The house was a all-in-one establishment, sauna, jacuzzi, pool room, games room, movie room, drinks bar, gym and hmm, I must have missed out much more.
The monthly electrical bills as reported by my section head captain was a cool $4,000 *whistles* Not too bad for a VC to live his life.
Of course, this is mere PEANUTS... what is $4,000 compared to a millionaire who have no qualms blowing off a couple of quarter millions on the luxury sports cars.
I do not suffer from rich-envy... instead I long for the freedom of the grasslands, the cool mist of forest forming upon the lake early in the morning. Life, can be simple and yet fufilling.
The nostagic days of me bumming on a crowded dusty bus on a even more dusty road towards the edge of the Thai-Myanmar border, makes me yearn even more for such days of simple bliss.
Life, is more than the pursuit of money, or the accumulation of figures increasing in size inside the bank accounts.
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