Yesterday was a battle with emptiness. All my strategies to materialize my new reality as a billionaire have failed one by one. Now i don’t know what else to do. I don’t need to do anything and the world will be happy. However I’d have leg am incomplete life. Frankly i don’t need any more money because what i have is more than enough and all my desires even the most outrageous one to learn surfing i can afford without a major dent in my finance. No succeeding to become a billionaire is a spiritual journey for me . I can’t care less to be famous. Power? Hell with it. I cherish the pOwer i have over my time, my thought , my life.
At times i wish i could give it all up and i developed this capacity to die on all planes except physical. So that is also no more the issue.
It’s just that it is so lonely but then again who’d ever understand me at this stage ?
I imagine being 60 or 70 at this stage of life. That would be a night mare. At least now i have all the time and energy and most of all this age is acceptable to start over in society.
Yes it’s harder than having a traditional business but in that one also problems are there but they are different.
Overall I’m happy to be miserable.
