"There was nothing wrong with pursuing happiness, but you got the ultimate goal wrong, and you got who you wanted to become wrong. That was why you were lost: your spiritual roots had been severed.
Making money is about having the resources to do what you want. Doing what you want is about becoming a better version of yourself. And what makes a better version of yourself depends on who your role model is."
Wujia gazed blankly at the map in the sky, an inexplicable sorrow rising in his heart.
The places outlined on that map were places the tribe's forebears had once walked and surveyed.
No wonder our ancestors' slogans were so commanding. No wonder it always felt subtly embarrassing when we shouted them.
So we had lost this much.
So we had been enslaved and deceived for this long.
Quiet sobs began to sound, spreading from a scattered few until they joined into wave after wave.
Wujia patted his tight chest, finally understanding why he had felt so empty before.
He had clearly thought earning a little would be enough, yet he had earned more and more. He clearly had enough to sustain his life, yet it still never felt like enough.
Because he had never found his own goal.
He did not know where he came from, or where he belonged.
Being unable to devote his life to a worthwhile undertaking-that was what caused such terrible anxiety and pain.
"So wanting lots and lots of money, and then doing nothing at all-that was a thought shaped by outside influence.
Because our instincts tell us that if we do nothing, we will lose something important. And because we don't know exactly what matters, we only think it means we still don't have enough money.
Only robbers feel anxious