Ever since I can remember I’ve always wanted to be super rich.  As a child I wanted to be rich for superficial reasons.  I’d often dream of what my endless money supply would bring me.  Exotic sports cars, extravagant houses, multi-million dollar corporations answering to my every whim, and the social status of a President.

I’m not a kid anymore so my reasons for wanting mega bucks have changed.  I enjoy mental challenges, the freedom to do what I want, buying things without having to bruise the bronze on a penny, and the ability to do things that I like.

Having said all that I can’t see myself being satisfied with a salary under $2 million at the age of forty.  I’ve sat down and thought about this for a while.  This is the number that would reasonably afford me everything that I want and allow me to enjoy my time on this earth.

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