You read it right. Any day, I’ll prefer sound sleep even if it is for a few hours than stocks that promise to give manifold profits. I have had a deep thought about investing in stocks for Pari’s future, but somehow I have never been able to get myself to invest even a single cent in them.
I do not deny the importance of finances in life. Neither am I trying to defy the need to multiply our savings for a prosperous future and as a reserve for the rainy day. But, the issue here is, money matters simply by default fail to interest me. The irony of the situation being, the more I sulk over having to bother for money, the more I am required to worry about it.
Stocks are something almost everyone (say 90% ) of the people of my age indulge in. They are considered the escalators to prosperity. I sometimes feel, I am among those who love to take stairs instead of escalators when it comes to multiplying funds. It isn’t about being lazy, for that is one thing I feel I am not. When it comes to research and analysis, you can see me straining my handful gray cells to the extremes, anytime of the day.
I personally think it’s the risk factor.
Money and risk in my opinion is a deadly cocktail. One, I dislike indulging in matters involving the mathematics more than my mobile calculator can do and secondly, losing sleep in worry about money is the last form of anxiety people like me ever indulge in.
I sometimes, think about the goodness of making money manifolds without actually having to work for it, by simply being smart enough in knowing when to invest where. But, then, it seems too good to be true. The fear of a recurrence of a global financial crisis all over again seems to overshadow the few rays of sunshine any positive news about the stock market brings my way.
For the records, I have actually dealt with stocks in real life and have even had significant gains. But, that was when I wasn’t a mother, moreover I consider those gains a mere fluke. The gains do give a high, but for me that high lasts not more than a couple of minutes. The fatigue my brain experiences during the time my hard-earned money is stuck in the stock market is in my belief equal to if not worse than the agony I suffered during giving birth to my daughter.
I believe, that stocks for people like me are like sex in high school. Where you know the theory, understand how it all happens (for you’ve been loaded with information from the Internet and your peers) and even understand the risks, but rarely anyone gives you the real insight of what is the real deal.
Having said that, you actually need to have surplus money to invest and forget all about it for a while. Let it grow like a mango tree in your backyard, that’ll bear sweet fruits in a matter of few years down the line for your family to enjoy.
No pains, no gains. I know this rule of life, but I still refuse to indulge in equity and shares. Are there any other measures to multiply your money manifold? I am happy to explore them, but taking risks in life, isn’t my cup of tea.
Please do not say real estate investments, for someone in my shoes, they are far more hassle than stocks themselves.
I wish to ask you, how good are you in handling finances? do you indulge in stocks? If yes, what resources do you study before indulging in equity & shares?
In the mean-time I’ll relax and try to catch up some sound sleep, before any useful tip about making quick money gets hold of me.
The song on my mind: