Just like Ruto....but glad he will not be president of Kenya.

wazuans and midlife crisis

advise: try Jesus

Rollout........Get a woman not just any...one who knows nothing of what you own...Procreate!. Lease/sell the penthouse and move elsewhere and interact with the "normal people".....you'll be shocked at how much that changes. Its a phase it will go away

what if ameoa tayari? aongeze?

Got married last year after years of escaping the trap and yes she knows what she got into and it doesn't worry me!
I have "normal people" in my family unfortunately everyone want something from me and I can't have a normal relationship with almost everyone of my supposedly family!

I knew that was it. F family for a while, open your circle

#longpostwarning

The poor man’s son, whom heaven in its anger has visited with ambition, when he begins to look around him, admires the condition of the rich. He finds the cottage of his [260] father too small for his accommodation, and fancies he should be lodged more at his ease in a palace. He is displeased with being obliged to walk afoot, or to endure the fatigue of riding on horseback. He sees his superiors carried about in machines, and imagines that in one of these he could travel with less inconveniency. He feels himself naturally indolent, and willing to serve himself with his own hands as little as possible; and judges that a numerous retinue of servants would save him from a great deal of trouble. He thinks if he had attained all these, he would sit still contentedly, and be quiet, enjoying himself in the thought of the happiness and tranquillity of his situation. He is enchanted with the distant idea of this felicity. It appears in his fancy like the life of some superior rank of beings, and, in order to arrive at it, he devotes himself for ever to the pursuit of wealth and greatness. To obtain the conveniencies which these afford, he submits in the first year, nay, in the first month of his application, to more fatigue of body and more uneasiness of mind, than he could have suffered through the whole of his life from the want of them. He studies to distinguish himself in some laborious profession. With the most unrelenting industry he labours night and day to acquire talents superior to all his competitors. He endeavours next to bring those talents into public view, and with equal assiduity solicits every opportunity of employment. For this purpose he makes his court to all mankind; he serves those whom he hates, and is obsequious to those whom he despises. Through the whole of his life he pursues the idea of a certain artificial and elegant repose which he may never arrive at, for which he sacrifices a real tranquillity that is at all times in his power, and which, if in the extremity of old age he should at last attain to it, he will find to be in no respect preferable to that humble security and contentment which he had abandoned for it. It is then, in the last dregs of life, his body wasted with toil and diseases, his mind galled and ruffled by the memory of a thousand [261] injuries and disappointments which he imagines he has met with from the injustice of his enemies, or from the perfidy and ingratitude of his friends, that he begins at last to find that wealth and greatness are mere trinkets of frivolous utility, no more adapted for procuring ease of body or tranquillity of mind, than the tweezer-cases of the lover of toys; and like them, too, more troublesome to the person who carries them about with him than all the advantages they can afford him are commodious. There is no other real difference between them, except that the conveniencies of the one are somewhat more observable than those of the other. The palaces, the gardens, the equipage, the retinue of the great, are objects of which the obvious conveniency strikes every body. They do not require that their masters should point out to us wherein consists their utility. Of our own accord we readily enter into it, and by sympathy enjoy, and thereby applaud the satisfaction which they are fitted to afford him. But the curiosity of a toothpick, of an earpicker, of a machine for cutting the nails, or of any other trinket of the same kind, is not so obvious. Their conveniency may perhaps be equally great, but it is not so striking, and we do not so readily enter into the satisfaction of the man who possesses them. They are therefore less reasonable subjects of vanity than the magnificence of wealth and greatness; and in this consists the sole advantage of these last. They more effectually gratify that love of distinction so natural to man. To one who was to live alone in a desolate island, it might be a matter of doubt perhaps, whether a palace, or a collection of such small conveniencies as are commonly contained in a tweezer-case, would contribute most to his happiness and enjoyment. If he is to live in society, indeed, there can be no comparison, because in this, as in all other cases, we constantly pay more regard to the sentiments of the spectator than to those of the person principally concerned, and consider rather how his situation will appear to other people than how it will appear to himself. [262] If we examine, however, why the spectator distinguishes with such admiration the condition of the rich and the great, we shall find that it is not so much upon account of the superior ease or pleasure which they are supposed to enjoy, as of the numberless artificial and elegant contrivances for promoting this ease or pleasure. He does not even imagine that they are really happier than other people; but he imagines that they possess more means of happiness. And it is the ingenious and artful adjustment of those means to the end for which they were intended, that is the principal source of his admiration. But in the langour of disease and the weariness of old age, the pleasures of the vain and empty distinctions of greatness disappear. To one in this situation they are no longer capable of recommending those toilsome pursuits in which they had formerly engaged him. In his heart he curses ambition, and vainly regrets the ease and the indolence of youth, pleasures which are fled for ever, and which he has foolishly sacrificed for what, when he has got it, can afford him no real satisfaction. In this miserable aspect does greatness appear to every man when reduced, either by spleen or disease, to observe with attention his own situation, and to consider what it is that is really wanting to his happiness. Power and riches appear then to be, what they are, enormous and aperose machines contrived to produce a few trifling conveniencies to the body, consisting of springs the most nice and delicate, which must be kept in order with the most anxious attention, and which, in spite of all our care, are ready every moment to burst into pieces, and to crush in their ruins their unfortunate possessor. They are immense fabrics which it requires the labour of a life to raise, which threaten every moment to overwhelm the person that dwells in them, and which, while they stand, though they may save him from some smaller inconveniencies, can protect him from none of the severer inclemencies of the season. They keep off the summer shower, not the winter storm, but leave him [263] always as much, and sometimes more, exposed than before to anxiety, to fear, and to sorrow; to diseases, to danger, and to death.

https://www.ibiblio.org/...hA_MoralSentiments_p.pdf

Kids. You need kids. They are the most fulfilling experimental, new-day-everyday project of life. They are fully dependent on you and they will love and adore you genuinely while you mold them through life. Money, you will lose some but make even more it's a very unsatisfying cycle I know the feeling where you wonder 'this is it?'. But also take up a hobby just for the sake. I took up guitar late joined guitar groups to accelerate my learning and I'm pretty good now, practice daily. I learnt other instruments easily after and I now help people produce their music, manage some and put up profitable shows yet it's not something I was trained in or ever dreamt of (by the way as Kenya's middle class grows, so does craving for entertainment get into that space if you can). Now, it's not about midlife as most people would casually put it but may be midlife is that point where you've done and conquered 'most' things in life and there's no satisfaction there anymore. But kids are the most satisfying experiment of you that you'll ever have.

Anyway, my suggestion is try new things. Try these things and I assure you that it will be great: Take up a sport/exersise, an instrument, a totally new, scary line of business like arnimal farming.... Kids with a pet.... Spoil your wife... And God always first.

Completely agree with @2012.

Take up an activity that is completely unrelated to you venture capital business. You can join us for football twice a week in Langata to start with.

You can try mountain climbing also. Or car racing in Isiolo - Marsabit. Or the numerous cycling groups around Nairobi.

At some point in life it hits you; what does it benefit a man to gain the whole world and lose his own soul? Jeff Bezos just wants to smell her, breathe her in, kiss her lips, get a little drunk, read the paper and have coffee with her. Bill Gates now spends his time thinking about eliminating Malaria. Warren Buffet complains that he is not being taxed enough. When you realize that this world is not your home, you are just passing by you start to look at things differently and a book like Ecclesiastes which was once incomprehensible now starts to make sense. Maslow's hierarchy of needs are real but he forgot to say that when you get to the top you start looking down. He also may have underestimated the need for love.