The millionaire thought

I woke today with a weird thought of the term - "A Millionaire". What qualifies a millionaire? Is it the amount of money in his bank account, or is it something else? Is it the size of his Real Estate?

There are ways to rack up millions in your bank account, like saving for 20 years until your savings hit the million mark. Does that make this person a millionaire? There is also the option of investing in something that brings in money, and if you grow the pot large enough, every influx is in the millions. Which is the true definition of a millionaire?

While writing this article on my commute, I decided to ask the reliable Internet for the definition of a millionaire. I learned it isn't necessarily about the cash at hand but about the net worth of a person. When you sum up everything about a person minus liabilities, is it a million worth?

An excerpt from an article I read on The Roots website below describes the life of a millionaire in simple terms.

So how do you become a millionaire? Contrary to the common perception, the typical American millionaire lives a moderate lifestyle. A recent Washington Post article provided surprising characteristics about America’s millionaires. Their median income is $131,000 and their average home price is $320,000. The everyday millionaire is a saver. Only 20 % of them received their wealth from inheritance. Over recurring pattern is that millionaire's are scrupulous with their money. Very few of them drive foreign cars and most work regular jobs or operate small businesses. They are literally the millionaires next door and they’ve gotten here because they understand that just because you can, doesn't mean you should. -


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Craving A Day Of Nothingness

Every day is filled with something to achieve. And from the moment you become an adult, start working, it never stops. As a child, we had the luxury of our parents taking care of the business of worrying about the future and bills. While growing up, you asked for toys, but you were told you had to grow up, get a job and then you can buy anything you wanted. Truth is, you weren’t being told the whole story.

Adulthood, as I have come to realise for a while now, screams of survival, bills and responsibilities. You realised even after going through school and finally getting a reasonable job that paid you enough to buy for yourself the toys you once dreamed, the responsibility of paying your bills, making sure you have some savings for the rainy day takes priority over everything else. This post isn’t really about adulthood, but it does emphasise an aspect of adulthood I have been thinking about as of late.

As time goes on, I have come to realise I crave moments were I spend my day doing nothing. I want lazy moments. The last couple of months have been busy, and I can’t exactly remember the last weekend I actually stayed home and did something. By nothing, I mean not doing anything for myself that wasn’t a necessity. It also doesn’t help that most time I am having a somewhat busy week and just crave to be in bed and hopefully sleep well enough to be refreshed.

I crave the moment where I would do whatever pleased that wouldn’t be tied to a grand plan of achieving some goal in life. Maybe it is just a phase, but sometimes I do wish to leave the busy side of