Not talking about money. Just wonder aloud about my own observation.
I used to feel a bit disturbed when I see elderly picking cardboards or searching through Bins for recyclable tins. I usually buy tissue papers for those who peddle tissue papers. As I increase my frequency of morning breakfast, I saw the same lady peddling tissue, I feel feel sad for her anymore, in fact I stopped buying from her. Dun ask me why, I dun know.
I used to want to do a lot in my job, I want to make a difference, made an impact to the world, however small, now, I still want to make a difference, but the difference is getting smaller and smaller and I dun seem to mind.
A dose of realism? Realism numb people?
However, on the other end, the more I invest, the more I learn about investing, the more I want to do well in this game. Greed is the name of game. How many of u when u exited with a loss, when u conceded u make a wrong call, want to make good your error by jumping into the next company in your radar? I have this impulse.
Too much, nothing good come out of it. More haste, less speed. More efforts, less effective.