I tend to have a love/hate relationship with money.
I don't really care for it, other than the fact that it's necessary to get the things you need and want in this life. (One could go the
Survivorman route permanently, I suppose, but I don't think my wife would play along.) The problem is that humans, generally speaking, want too much. We want too much stuff. We want things to make us happy now, and then things to make us happy later. I think, at times, we even want to be happy too much. Some sadness is good.
I would like to buy a canoe or a kayak with our money. They cost about $400. However, I've determined that as of right now, I don't want the canoe as much as I want us to get a nice house in the next few years. And, having lived on this earth for over a quarter of a century, I'm pretty sure I wouldn't use it all that much anyway. I like the idea of owning a canoe better than actually owning one. Luckily, the idea itself is free.
Things bought and quickly consumed bring a superficial and fleeting happiness that quickly dissipates once the things is used up or has lost its charm. I think, for a moment, about all the things I have lying around and never use. At one point, I wanted that thing so much I
paid money for it. Now it's forgotten.
Having a house would bring a sense of
joy and
security, which is altogether distinct from mere happiness in my mind. Winning $10,000 on a game show makes you happy- having healthy family and friends brings you joy. Eating a cake makes you happy- opening and running a successful bakery brings you joy. Two entirely different things.
Even better, joy is just as free as happiness. People just don't pursue it with as much energy these days. A few days ago, my wife and I spent some time on the porch swing. Our relationship is joyful, and it didn't cost us a dime to make it grow.
Joy is driving up to your house every day. Knowing that you outright own a piece of this earth. A little white porch on a small farmhouse. That beats a canoe any day.
So for now I'm willing to forgo the spastic bouts of happiness that come from buying trinkets, so I can achieve the much greater joy of owning a home sooner, rather than later.