The world needs many more people like Chuck Feeney.
theguardian.com/business/2020/…
The comical thing is rich people will read this story and think Feeney is weird. He's not. THEY'RE the weird ones.
It's exactly as he says. How many more yachts, homes or pairs of shoes do you need? And money doesn't buy happiness. It only buys a pleasant form of misery.
Hence, in my opinion, not just boomer behaviour... but Brexit. Boomers got rich through property. Boomers found this didn't make them any happier. Boomers got even richer and even more miserable. Boomers blamed their misery on everyone else.
Whereas what's the most innate human need there is? Helping someone else. I know that's what makes me feel good much more than anything else. It always has.
Hence so many people in poorly paid caring professions feeling like what they do means something. Because it does.
It makes a difference. There's no feeling like it.
A student of mine passed his exam the other day. He'd worked so hard for it and it was always down to whether he believed he could do it. I pushed him and did my Al Pacino Any Given Sunday thing and... he did it!
And it was SUCH a good feeling when he told me he'd passed. Not just for him; for me too. In, I'd argue, a selfish way. I think teachers *are* selfish: it's that feeling which we work for. The feeling of helping someone else succeed.
You may be appalled I've written that.
But we're not monks or something. And I'd far rather that form of selfishness - that's my pay-off, when someone else succeeds in part thanks to my work - than one which involves screwing over others to get what you want.
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