Money can buy happiness.
But only for a short time.
Wealthy people only tell you money doesn’t buy happiness because they’ve tried.
They know that all the happiness you can buy has diminishing returns.
That first hit is amazing.
Pure ecstasy.
The real fucking shit.
But each time, that juice tickles the spot just a little less.
Pretty soon, everything gets old.
Fancy clothes. Nice cars.
Technology gets old real fast.
Can’t taste the difference between the Michelin stars.
Nothing feels quite like the dragon’s first bite.
But all the happiness you can buy has diminishing returns.
There are some things in life that bring happiness that doesn’t fade with use.
Sunsets.
Starlight.
Warm fires on cold nights.
The beat of a drum.
A hug from your mum.
The satisfaction of struggle won.
Some happiness never loses buying power.
Because that’s the kind of happiness you can’t buy.