A man told me he wanted to be rich, I said that sounded nice but I couldn’t relate and he was astonished at my response. I was looking up into the night sky when he asked me why I didn’t want to be a wealthy billionaire like him. I asked him why would I? 

“I want to be happy, not famous or great, not a hero or a prodigy with 100 different sources of income. It sounds too stressful. I just want peace.”

He nodded so I continued and told him my dreams of a simple life instead. How I would be grateful to have a plot of land and a garden, maybe a few kids running around with a mean looking but well tempered dog and how I would make enough to never worry about anything ever again, but that was all. As I pictured it I smiled and told him that he could keep his money, as long as I could look at something I wanted and buy it right then and there then that was enough for me, and I didn’t need to be a billionaire to do that. 

“But why would you settle?” He asked. “You could have so much more.”

I didn’t answer for a second, then I shook my head. I told him that the world was too big and I didn’t have enough hands to hold it all. A summer morning with the love of my life and no worries was worth way more than the world anyway.