The price of anything is the amount of life you exchange for it.

Thoreau wrote that.

My world is too caught up in the idea of currency being the indicator of a person's standard of living.  The number of digits in an annual income being a bar which clearly determines who is and who isn't wealthy or impoverished.   As though being wealthy and being financially secure are interchangeable descriptions for the same state of being.  The Standard of Living.  The term itself is borderline appalling.

My most finite resource is time.  Life.  It's being spent constantly, regardless of results or progress.  With poor planning, much of life ebbs away without any meaningful progress toward happiness.  Toward wealth.

Happiness is wealth.  The price of happiness is the amount of life you exchange for it.  Every heartbeat spent comparing opportunity costs against theoretical future return on investment inflates the final cost of happiness and reduces the likelihood of successful acquisition.  Everything else is getting more costly by the second. By the heartbeat.

Shake it off.  Start doing.