Money can't buy me

I'd be lying if I said I thought about it. I never had to. But I'd be also lying if I said I wasn't tempted.

Even while I was writing the previous post, I always knew, I wasn't going to go for it - 70k a month, RWW managing a IT/Tech news website back home in Delhi for a European company.

It was tempting, sure. But never tempting enough.

No money is worth even the paper its made of if you earn it doing something you don't like. Sure, you make that money, but you sell your life away - a life that is worth a hundred times more than what you make, always.

Make money, but keep your life in your pocket, safe and sound. Don't trade your life for money, you're dealing yourself a big loss.

The money you make - every penny of it - is your profit. You keep everything that's yours with you while those bucks keep coming in.

Even when the woman I would love spend the rest of my life with told me, "Come back, I'll marry you," it couldn't get me to take up the job that would give me most of what I want from this life - a nice house, some good money, a beautiful wife, India. Most of it, yeah, but it would take away me from me.

I am all I have.

As far as that woman is concerned, I know, at any given point of time in life, just five minutes with her face to to face, and she'll be in my arms for good.

My life in this desert continues.

Sorry Mr. Cornwell, if I misled you into believing I was considering the job. I was actually just for a second. But any person in this world who expects me to join their company in a week's time is either far too arrogant, or plain stupid.

Both of which, I dislike, unless, it's me.