Wellth: The Art of Arriving Alive

Some people spend their whole life trying to arrive.

Not years.

Energy.

Every spark of focus.

Every ounce of adrenaline.

Every Sunday sacrificed to “someday.”

They sprint toward success like there’s a fountain of youth waiting at the finish line.

And then one day, they get there.

The dream came true.

Turns out, the fine print said “batteries not included.”

The body is tired.

The mind hums like an overworked machine.

The relationships?

They’re ghosts in the rear-view mirror.

The joy isn’t in the destination.

It’s in the wellth of the dreamer who arrives there.

If the person who shows up is empty,

no destination can make them full.

I’ve spent more than a decade with millionaires, billionaires, and those dynasty families who own half of downtown and all of the drama. 

 

They got what they wanted but lost their ability to want what they got. 

I wonder if this is what Jesus meant when He asked,

“What does it profit a man to gain the whole world, yet lose his soul?”

Happiness isn’t having what you want.

Happiness is wanting what you have.

We call it “wellness.”

But that word’s been hijacked by smoothie brands and med spa menus.

Let’s call it what it really is: wholeness.

The unsexy stuff that actually works.

Sleep.

Stillness.

Breath.

Boundaries.

It’s not glamorous.

But neither is burnout.

Here’s the math:

Wealth without wellth is just exhaustion with nicer finishes.

Success without your health is just stress in a nicer suit.

If you arrive full, life feels full. 

If you arrive empty, everything feels empty.

And that’s the punchline.

You spend a lifetime trying to arrive,

only to realize the destination was never the dream—it was the wellth of the traveler.

Wholistic wellness is wealth.

Or wellth, as I like to call it.

The kind you can’t fake, finance, or flex.

The kind that lets you breathe, laugh, and enjoy your life while living it. 

Because "making it" is relatively easy.

Showing up with your soul still attached?

That’s the hard part.