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What Money Can’t Buy — Fun
I was in a band for a few years in my mid-twenties, and they were the best years of my life.
Going on stage in front of ten people and playing an hour’s worth of rock, sweating like hell, then getting drunk and stoned after with my mates. Does it get better than that?
I can’t think of it.
We never made a dime, we were never famous, we never even cut an album, but we had some great times. Times beyond any price tag. Times that could never be bought however much money we had.
Let’s say I was Elon Musk (he isn’t my role model just an example). And so had enough money to recreate exactly the venues we played, and even pay people to attend and scream. Would it be the same.
Not even close.
Money can buy a lot of things, but it can’t buy emotion, that human quality that makes life on the planet worth living.
Without that rawness, that spirit, that fire, that energy, we are nothing. Just plodding entities. The kind of people Elon Musk wants us to be. Pliable robots who will do what they say.
Elon Musk says electric cars are the way forward. He musk be right! Buy electric cars.
I’ve rarely experienced that type of raw emotion again as I had when I was on stage. The only thing comparable is cycling.
