At the end of the day (unless you're religious and I won't go there) there's not much more to life than being a good person, helping other people if and when you can, and being happy. Anything specific you do is really just your trying to achieve these things.
Being successful in business, creating jobs, and creating great products is one way to be a cool person and help people. And it might make you happy. But it's no more or less important or "noble" than the million other ways that you can be a good person and help people.
All this nonsense of making big money, buying toys, "banging chicks", driving a Ferrari, on and on and on ... it's all just "stuff" that makes you feel a certain way. Makes you happy, but only temporarily.
People who have figured this out also often figure out that there are much easier/cheaper/faster/more efficient/more meaningful ways of generating these same feelings. And once you understand that, life becomes a lot happier, a lot easier.
No one, on their deathbed, has ever wished they spent more time working. Or wished they did more of anything that didn't make them happy for that matter. Of all the top regrets that dying people say they have, they all revolve around wishing they had been a better person, a better friend, a better husband, a better father, helping more people, not being so selfish, and simply wishing that they had allowed themselves to be happier with whatever they had, whatever they experienced, and whatever it was life threw at them.
Being successful in business, creating jobs, and creating great products is one way to be a cool person and help people. And it might make you happy. But it's no more or less important or "noble" than the million other ways that you can be a good person and help people.
All this nonsense of making big money, buying toys, "banging chicks", driving a Ferrari, on and on and on ... it's all just "stuff" that makes you feel a certain way. Makes you happy, but only temporarily.
People who have figured this out also often figure out that there are much easier/cheaper/faster/more efficient/more meaningful ways of generating these same feelings. And once you understand that, life becomes a lot happier, a lot easier.
No one, on their deathbed, has ever wished they spent more time working. Or wished they did more of anything that didn't make them happy for that matter. Of all the top regrets that dying people say they have, they all revolve around wishing they had been a better person, a better friend, a better husband, a better father, helping more people, not being so selfish, and simply wishing that they had allowed themselves to be happier with whatever they had, whatever they experienced, and whatever it was life threw at them.
