You know what’s mental wealth? That’s when you stop giving a damn about every fickle thing that demands your time and attention. It’s when the world screams louder, and you don’t flinch. People chase shiny things, piling up their trophies and debts. But you sit back and sip a cup of hot tea, watching them drown in their own noise.

It’s not about being lazy or broke. It’s about not needing the stuff they’re killing themselves for. The big house, the bigger car, the promotions that chew them up. You don’t want it. You don’t need it. Your mind is yours, not a rented billboard for their nonsense.

When you’ve got mental wealth, you don’t rush. You think slow, and deep. Nobody owns your time, your thoughts, or your peace. They run in circles, like conmen in crowded fairs. You walk straight, or maybe you just sit. That’s peace. That’s freedom.

It’s not glamorous. It won’t get you claps or likes. But you’ll sleep better. And when the noise fades, you’ll still be there, with your thoughts. And with a quietness that’s richer than their gold.