As time and rejections go by, you come to terms with the fact that this world belongs to hustlers. If you want the good fruits, you must be born rich or get rich. I am not talking about the "true" meaning of rich, where you are a good human being or help one another. I am talking dirty rich, financially, if you want the queens that take your breath away to text you without pause and "fall in love" and the toughest goons to stoop at th esight of your fully tuned Beemer.
Life is all about unlocking your potential in every direction. Sure, you can stay exactly where you are and pretend to be content with the peanuts life offers you, or you can saw that fucking money tree for days and hours on end till it falls beneath your feet. I would then say that at least 50% of the world is already yours. And once you get there, you realize that there is more to life than money. Yet to fully realize that you still need to get rich.
This content may be specifically tailored to my ego which should fairly work with the rest of the millennials, where I was brought up with my mother telling me that I will be rich one day. No, It was not a possibility, she made it look like a certainty. It was deeply infused in me that every problem that I ever come across in life may be due to the lack of money. This feeling did wear off, or rather it hibernated during the crazy times I had in college, where I no longer was myself. Then came my first job, first serious relationship, and many other firsts where that flame of thought kept wearing off.
It was when I got some time to myself post quitting my job, that I found my childhood dreams resurge: the fast convertible, the mansion, the expanding products and services under my brand. It has been quite a while since I have so much as looked at the stars, save shooting for it. Maybe it is not too late. If I can hustle now, I might still catch that train. I would like to thank a few pretty queens, who have rejected me, at least through their lack of interest, for opening my dusty doors wide into the arena where I can fight to prove myself.
So when was the last time you went back to your childhood dreams?
Life is all about unlocking your potential in every direction. Sure, you can stay exactly where you are and pretend to be content with the peanuts life offers you, or you can saw that fucking money tree for days and hours on end till it falls beneath your feet. I would then say that at least 50% of the world is already yours. And once you get there, you realize that there is more to life than money. Yet to fully realize that you still need to get rich.
This content may be specifically tailored to my ego which should fairly work with the rest of the millennials, where I was brought up with my mother telling me that I will be rich one day. No, It was not a possibility, she made it look like a certainty. It was deeply infused in me that every problem that I ever come across in life may be due to the lack of money. This feeling did wear off, or rather it hibernated during the crazy times I had in college, where I no longer was myself. Then came my first job, first serious relationship, and many other firsts where that flame of thought kept wearing off.
It was when I got some time to myself post quitting my job, that I found my childhood dreams resurge: the fast convertible, the mansion, the expanding products and services under my brand. It has been quite a while since I have so much as looked at the stars, save shooting for it. Maybe it is not too late. If I can hustle now, I might still catch that train. I would like to thank a few pretty queens, who have rejected me, at least through their lack of interest, for opening my dusty doors wide into the arena where I can fight to prove myself.
So when was the last time you went back to your childhood dreams?
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