You are only secure if you can lose your fortune without the additional worse insult of having to become humble. — Nassim Nicholas Taleb, The Bed of Procrustes
I just came back from the most wonderful walk in the world. Weather is perfect in early September. I sauntered and stared at the sunset along with the breeze in the streets. I’m where I want to be. Life couldn’t be much better.
Tomorrow, let’s say the perfect weather goes away. I’m forced to go back home. No more cityscape-sunset. Can I still be happy?
So long as you and I remember how temporary the “good things” are, we can enjoy them fully. (When “bad things” come, we’ll remember that, they too, are temporary.)