You know, I’ve worked hard in my life. I provide for my family, put in extra effort at work, and have even taken on second jobs here and there just to make sure my family doesn’t go without. I try to save and keep my impulse spending to a minimum, and we’re diligent on reducing debt instead of increasing it.
Like most people, I dream of making it big. Sometimes my daydreams take me to the day I win the lottery; sometimes it’s a big inheritance. I fantasize about inventing the next killer gadget and making millions, or becoming an Internet star. I think of all my debt being gone, being able to vacation anywhere anytime, and sharing my good fortune with family and friends.
I think to myself - if I just became rich, I’d be the coolest rich person on earth.
I’d be the rich eccentric friend who would pay for you to go on an all-expenses-paid cruise around the world, surprise you with lavish gifts and help you make your dreams come true. I might secretly “make things happen” for you behind the scenes. I might buy you a house or a plane or something huge. I’d want to be the kind of person where if I made it big, my close friends made it big with me.
But now?
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