If I could exchange 1/10 of triviality for 9/10 of freedom, I can't think of anything else worth complaining about...

After surpassing the basic needs of survival, people actually have a relatively equal pursuit of happiness and meaning. The working class exchanges 6/10 or 8/10 of the mundane for 4/10 or 2/10 of free time; while those who can still accumulate wealth exchange 1/10 of triviality for 9/10 of freedom. For the latter, many people often feel dissatisfied, always wanting to continue working to earn enough money, hoping to eliminate that 1/10 of mundane obligations, as if only then can they truly pursue the pinnacle needs of Maslow's hierarchy — the sense of meaning in life and spirituality, the pursuit of pure poetry and distant places. In fact, necessary mundanity may be the most essential seasoning for poetry and distant places.

The boss of Binance, CZ, was imprisoned for 4 months and recently gave an interview after his release. When the host asked him about his feelings during that time in prison, CZ said: During my time in prison, the biggest feeling was that I became more relaxed, with fewer things to manage than when running the company. Then, there was plenty of time for reflection, which allowed him to have more clarity and recognition of his core needs.

He said that in prison, what he missed the most was not money, fame, or power, but interpersonal relationships. Although he also missed the comfortable bed at home and delicious food, he found that good interpersonal relationships were what he longed for the most.

Whether one can find a sense of life's power is actually more about not looking at the environment and external conditions (like economic conditions), we always have the right to choose. If you really want to achieve it, you definitely do not need to wait until you have truly achieved financial freedom, to the point where you don’t have to worry about any trivial matters at all.

Yesterday I wrote something that felt quite impressive:

A person who has been hungry for many days experiences only despair and silence, certainly not complaints; when suddenly given a bun — even if it is a hard, cold bun, his chest will overflow with gratitude — instead of saying, 'Damn it! Why did you give me a cold bun?!'