Contentment makes poor men rich; discontentment makes rich men poor.
A Native American grandfather was talking to his grandson. He said, “I feel as if I have two wolves fighting in my heart. One wolf is the vengeful, angry, discontented one. The other wolf is the loving, compassionate, happy and contented one.” The grandson asked him, “Which wolf will win the fight in your heart?” The grandfather answered: “The one I feed.”
I choose to feed contentment. Contentment doesn’t mean you lie down, roll over, and whatever happens, happens. What contentment means to me is an end to the doubt that I’m coming up short, that I don’t measure up, that I have to compare myself to the homes, cars, riches, and things owned by others.
It doesn’t mean I live in a dump, eat crummy food, and drive a bucket-o-bolts. It means I get to live life on my own terms, whatever terms I choose, not the Joneses. Contentment means I’m the one who decides how much money is enough, not some financial adviser who’s driving a BMW, living in a McMansion financed with an interest only mortgage and is in debt up to his eyeballs.
Is there a path to “Easy Money?” No, but the path to a wealthy mindset begins with contentment, a deep seated peaceful contentment. That’s what I’m talking about.
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