At some point in everyone’s life, they’re really bad with money.
I hope you are rich in love because that’s something a lot of people wish they had.
I’m not saying there won’t be challenges and difficult times ahead because there will be, no one in this world is exempt from tough times, but sometimes you just have to choose to feel hope that things won’t always be this way and work towards something better.
If I stayed in graduate school, I don’t know. I’d have spent nine years working on a useless Phd thesis instead of interviewing prostitutes at 3 in the morning for HBO.
This is not a political post. Or a revolutionary one. Or a socialist one. Or a whatever. It’s just facts. Every year, the Forbes 400 of billionaires gets wealthier.
I don’t believe 99% of the advice about entrepreneurship. Because that advice is what gets you out of your heart and into your head. It makes you lost. Because you try to sell out. You try to win. You try to get rich. And you stop giving.
One of my best friends from 8th grade invested $25,000 in Uber’s first round. That $25,000 is now worth $50,000,000.
I am NOT a rich spoiled brat. I am NOT feeding off my parents (technically I am, though I rather think I am not). I am NOT the stereotype couchpotato.
It makes perfect sense for a man who was willing to fight in a foreign land for less than $20,000 a year to become a shooter for a six-figure income.
He supports gay marriage because it means more free cake.