These are the good times. Right here, right now.
I remember once I was going for a run on the Jersey Shore, on the beach. I’d sold everything and moved from NYC to start a company with my friend. It was a really tough time. I gained weight, I was constantly sick, I had random muscle twitches from excess stress and caffeine.
I looked enviously at the multi-million dollar vacation homes on the Manasquan beachfront. Doctors, architects and other rich guys would sit on their porches barbecuing, drinking wine. They’d made it.
One day I’d hopefully make it. But right now I was 26, broke, nobody. Wheezing my way up and down the shore.
I struck up a conversation with a couple sitting on their porch. “Must be nice,” the old guy said wistfully, “going for a run like that!”
I realized he was envious of ME.
Wouldn’t he trade it all — the big shore house, the investments, the cash flow — to be 26 again? To have a strong, youthful body capable of motoring its way (more or less) up and down the beach?
Muneeb Ali, in Tribe of Mentors, says that he regularly asks:
When I’m old, how much would I be willing to pay to travel back in time and relive the moment that I’m experiencing right now?
He says that when he’s rocking his daughter to sleep, the answer is: anything. At 70 years old, there will be no amount of money that he wouldn’t pay to return to this very moment.
The future always looks better. But it’s also inevitable. The past, on the other hand, can never come back. It is gone forever. All the money in the world can’t get you there.
So — you sit there, relatively young, relatively healthy, in not too much physical pain, warm meal in front of you, roof over your head, opportunity at your doorstep — and you’re worried about the future?
The good times are now.