When I’m unhappy, I feel like I’m doing life wrong. I’d rather be happy. But is happiness the point of life, or is there more to it? If I pursue happiness, mine first then for those around me, is that selfish? But if there’s a bigger purpose, then what about people with Alzheimer’s or dementia who can’t recall recent experiences or make plans?
So you aren’t investing to be able to afford (horrifically expensive) surgery.
It’s cheaper just to wear lacy underthings. It annoys my wife, but it leaves me more money to invest with.