Day 92

Colin and I, during a conversation, both noted that richness is often a product of stingyness. That is, often you'll see wealthy people who still go cheap on the little things in life. "That's how they got rich," we're told. and that's also how they stay rich.

But then, as we pondered, what on earth is the point of accumulating vast quantities of money? The paradox breaks down into pointlessness quite quickly.

Ah, but then is this not an analogue to a recent entry regarding the pursuit of knowledge?

I feel invigorated. School isn't yet over, but now that I'm in the final week I am beginning to miss it already. The final Wittgenstein class was this morning, a class I shall dearly miss. There is, for some odd coincidence, not a single exam this time around on the docket. 5 essays in exchange, including the honours thesis.

And for anybody who read the honours speech from a week or two back (here on the blog), I received a shiny A for it! Though, I was lambasted on the written comment sheet for using the phrase "bikini chicks," because according to the professor, "that’s just not appropriate for an academic discussion, and certainly not for a presentation."

Pfft.

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notorious vjp said…
Awesome.
8:16 PM
Colin said…
So, there's a very logical and straightforward reason or two why people would wish to become rich, while being quite thrifty at the same time. Simple as this: Security. Jobs are uncertain, the market is uncertain, as most definitely is the future as well. Having a nest-egg of considerable size opens up possibilities for the future, whether it be enjoyment through spending/travel, and/or the peace of mind that comes with knowing that one can at least afford anything that is to come.

Another: if one acquires enough money saved, they would feasibly be able to live simply on the interest the savings produces.

.. Of course, never having to work for the majority of one's later life would be a pretty dull and unrewarding way to exist.
11:11 AM
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