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“I have a friend with an incredibly demanding job that he doesn't particularly enjoy. But he puts up with it because he makes a lot of money, much more than he could make working for another company of doing something else. He has high blood pressure. His children get older every year. He complains about the stresses of his life and asks for my advice. Quit your job, I tell him. Earn less money. Spend more time with your wife and kids. Be happier. I can’t, he says. I have all these big deals in the works. Let me win those contracts, bag those bonuses. Next year I'll quit and slow down. But when next year comes along, he tells me about the new deals and the new bonuses. Next year is always a year away. Every year his salary grows. Every few years he moves into a bigger house and gets a new car. Is he happier? Evidently not. Despite the larger salary and the bigger house and the nicer car, he's not content. “Just one more year”, he says, “then I’ll have enough”

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Book:How Adam Smith Can Change Your Life: An Unexpected Guide to Human Nature and Happiness
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How Adam Smith Can Change Your Life: An Unexpected Guide to Human Nature and Happiness

In 'How Adam Smith Can Change Your Life,' the author examines the timeless principles of Adam Smith's work and applies them to modern life, providing readers with a unique perspective on human behavior and well-being. more

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Russ Roberts is an accomplished economist, born in September 1954. He has extensive research and teaching experience in economics, particularly known for his historical approach to economic issues. more

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