We laugh at people who are openly consumed by money, belittling them for their obsession with a commodity that will buy them everything but happiness. They are fools to think that a full wallet and padded bank account will create a contentment that could even come close to that formed by physical and emotional wellbeing. But are we any better? Do we practice what we preach, devoting more mental fretting to the health of our bodies and relationships than to our finances, or do we care more about money than we’d care to admit?
According to recent surveys, it’s the latter. America at large is terrified of not having enough money. Sixty-seven percent of Americans are entering 2008 determined to shape up their finances, but only 57 percent are concerned with their physical fitness. And if that weren’t bad enough, a full two-thirds of women and 50 percent of men would happily marry for no more than $1.5 million, an amount that in this day and age, doesn’t amount to much. The country’s priorities are in the bank, and that’s not a good thing.
You can have all the money in the world, but it won’t keep you from being miserable. It won’t shield you from hurt when your gold-digging spouse leaves you for the next wealthiest. It won’t cure you when your neglected health plummets. It will buy you the best divorce lawyer, secure you the best doctors, and provide you with the fanciest luxuries available. But how much of a comfort will they be when, as you raise your thousand dollar snifter of brandy, you have nothing to toast – no health, no loved ones, nothing.�