Say you were a millionaire.  Okay, a billionaire.  A trillionaire even.  Would you even know what to do with all that money?  What does a trillion dollars look like,  stacked up in piles of one dollar bills?  How much space would that take up, how high would the piles be?  No doubt there are formulas for figuring out that kind of equation, but you get the idea.  What if you had more money than you knew what to do with?

Didn’t everyone say, at some point or another, ‘I’m going to be a millionaire when I grow up!’  Do you think kids are savvy enough these days to realize that hey, a million just ain’t what it used to be, and in their youthful zeal, might need to aim a little higher?  Gather round the playground kids—meet your future billionaires here!

Don’t get me wrong, a million dollars is a lot of money by most people’s measure.  But it’s doubtful, if you’re a growing young family, that it’s enough to up and retire on.  As in today, right now.  Goodbye job.  Pay off the house.  Hit the road, and send the kids to college later.  Nope.  Not likely with a measely old million.  Not these days.

But if you had a billion, or a trillion, then what?  Seriously, think about it.  How many private planes would you need to fly you to your multiple private islands?  Well, maybe a couple, if you factor in all the Louis Vuitton luggage you’ll surely have to take. And the personal assistants, and trainers, and nannies, and well, whatever else you might desire. 

Okay, so a couple planes.  Big deal!  Well then, it’s the fleet cars of course, and then the multiple bay garages for the cars, oh, and the mansion or two, complete with the well appointed staff to run it all.  Hmmmmm….. what else?  After you have ‘everything you’ve ever wanted, ever dreamed of,’ then what?

Well, I say isn’t part of the fun getting there?  Digging in and working for it?  Admit it, and I mean absolutely no disrespect here, but isn’t the ‘struggle,’ the journey, the process part of the enjoyment?  When you get right down to it that’s what I believe.  Think of goals you’ve set for yourself.  And while you’ve given yourself the well deserved pat on the back when you’ve achieved them,  isn’t it interesting to discover that by the time you actually do, you’ve moved on to something else?  Some other kind of goal?  That’s what I’m talking about here.  I don’t think we ever really get everything that we think we really want, well, simply because we’re not meant to.  Because if we finally ‘arrived,’ then what would compel us to continue to move forward?  I’m not talking material things here.  I’m talking about growth in general.  Emotional, spiritual, psychological, whatever.  Just growth.  Evolution.  Evolvement and change.  It’s all good, and certainly worth working for.  When you look back at where you might have been, driving your first car,  you may have a sense that you’ve traveled a great distance since then, compared to where you are now.  But whatever it was you were driving, or driving now - wasn’t it fun getting there?