Soak the rich! Those jerks are hoarding all the money, and not sharing any with us! They’re no better or different than the rest of us, anyway. Or are they?
Who wants to be rich? I don’t. The cost is too great. Sure, sometimes it’s a just a matter of finding the exquisitely perfect combination of luck, intelligence, and drive, making a pile of money, and then just sitting back and enjoying it the rest of your life. But most of the time, it’s not so easy. We’re not seeing all the sacrifice involved.
Most of the time, financial success comes towards the end of a long road. The sides of that road are littered not just with dead camels and milk jugs filled with cigarette butts, but also with the debris of broken lives and shattered dreams. We’re talking about his stress levels through the roof, turning his hair white at an early age. Her ideas constantly rejected, time after time, while business after business goes bankrupt. Him seeing his kids so rarely that he mixes up their names sometimes. Her inability to take a break from work that sank both her marriages. Does that sound like something you want? I know I don’t.
To become truly financially successful it takes an insane drive bordering on obsession. That’s the only thing that gets you through all the hard times. If you have what it takes, if you value wealth over everything else, and if you think that all the sacrifice and loss is worth it in the end, then go for it, make your millions. The rest of us who aren’t prepared to walk your treacherous path to success have no right to envy.