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The Wealth of Stillness

Today I asked someone what having enough money looked like to them. They said it would mean no longer being bound by work — the freedom to show up when they wished, to come and go without the burden of schedules, to become master of their own time. It was a practical answer, relatable and familiar.

But it made me turn inward. I began to wonder what my version of “having money” is — not in the conventional sense, but in the intimate, unspoken meaning I carry around quietly.

And what came to me was this:
To have money, for me, would be to have the privilege of being still.

Not rushing.
Not planning.
Not calculating, budgeting, or negotiating with the endless list of “shoulds.”
Not living one step ahead of myself like a person forever chasing the next instruction.

Just… still.

Because the moment money enters our hands, something else enters with it — movement.
Bills.
Obligations.
Savings.
Investments.
The constant mental gymnastics of “what now, what next, what if.”
The internal tug-of-war between desire and discipline.
The low-grade hum of responsibility that never quite leaves.

So even when money arrives, rest doesn’t.
Wealth doesn’t slow us down; it simply shifts the pace.
You earn so you can afford, you afford so you can manage, and you manage so you can preserve. It’s a cycle that rarely allows stillness to exist without guilt, without worry, without the whisper that says, you should be doing something with this.

But what if the truest form of wealth isn’t expansion — more choices, more experiences, more movement — but the luxury of non-movement?
What if wealth is the ability to sit inside a moment fully, without your mind pulling you forward into the next demand?
What if abundance is the absence of urgency?

To me, the real dream is not early retirement, not unlimited travel, not a massive investment portfolio.
It is the rare ability to quiet the internal machinery that is always running, always strategizing, always stepping ahead of itself.

Having money, in the way I imagine it, is not about acquiring things — it’s about acquiring a kind of silence.
A softening.
A slowing.
A moment where you are not bracing against life, but resting in it.

Maybe “having enough” is simply being able to inhabit your own life without haste.
Maybe the truest wealth is stillness — the kind that comes not from having everything, but from not needing to outrun anything.

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