And then there’s the good chance you grow up an entitled, spoiled brat, so is it really worth it? On the off chance you don’t, maybe.
If you mature after being an entitled, spoiled brat… you’re still rich.
You’re lucky if you have well-off parents and live in a wealthy place. You’re lucky if you’re born healthy and grow up healthy. You’re lucky if you were born to to be the kind of person who works hard to achieve your goals. Alternatively, you’re lucky if you were born to be the kind of person who decides to change and work hard to achieve your goals.
What I’m saying is that it all comes down to luck, so you might as well head to a casino and bet it all on red. Even if you lose everything, maybe there’s a parallel universe where you won 10 times in a row.
Doesn’t work for long though. First gen makes it, second gen saves it, third blows it. Seen this IRL a time or two. Only the seriously wealthy families, the real dynasties, hang in across many generations.
Even so, heard much from the DuPonts, Carnegies, Roosevelts, Astors, Vanderbuilts, Rockefellers, et al? They have things named after them because they threw down the money for a legacy. I think they knew how ephemeral their wealth would be.
My own bit of personal luck is a father who was a professor. Free college tuition, which is really nice because I haven’t used that degree for fucking shit
Thanks god I’m poor
I’ll take a rich distant relative who wills a good portion of their assets to me
Where your eyes don't go a part of you is hovering It's a nightmare that you'll never be discovering You're free to come and go or talk like Kurtis Blow But there's a pair of eyes in back of your head Every jumbled pile of person has a thinking part that wonders What the part that isn't thinking isn't thinking of Should you worry when the skullhead is in front of you Or is it worse because it's always waiting where your eyes don't go? Where your eyes don't go a filthy scarecrow waves its broomstick arms And does a parody of each unconscious thing you do When you turn around to look it's gone behind you On its face it's wearing your confused expression Where your eyes don't go