About That Time I Was a Billionaire…
In 9th grade they asked me where I saw myself in 10 years.
I said I would be a billionaire with a Lamborghini, a big house, and I would use my billion dollars to put the tobacco industry out of business! (Because obviously the only reason cigarettes still exist is because nobody has ever offered Joe Camel $1 billion to go away… I can be so cute sometimes! 🙄).
In my 14-year-old head that seemed completely plausible. As far as I was concerned, I was a billionaire!
“Duh! Of course I’ll have loads of money in 10 years! Duh! Of course I’ll have enough influence to end one of the most powerful industries in the entire world that has held people in mental slavery for like… ever! Why wouldn’t that happen?”
A couple weeks ago somebody asked me what my biggest dream was. Can you guess what I came up with after minutes of hard thought?
A Toyota Camry…
A modest mom car!
Of course, that’s a great car, and I do plan to own one! But I found it funny that in 15 years, I went from realistically believing I would become an influential billionaire, to believing I was only worthy of a $35,000 sedan that I would have to bust my ass and go into debt to pay off ($35,000 cash ain’t “realistic”!).
A lot of the cause of that was that life experience (some based on my own ignorant decisions) up until this point has shown me that I’m not worth more than $10.00/hr. to most bosses that desperately want people to turn the gears that keep their borderline bankrupt businesses afloat.
I’m not mad, I promise!
Anyway! I wanted to say that I love you, and I hope you remember that you are worthy of a billion dollars, a Lamborghini, a great big house, the power to conquer the slave-driving giants of the world… or a $35,000 Camry paid for in cash, if that’s what you desire!
Somewhere along the line we lost our ability to hope and dream. Afraid of the disappointment of failure, many of us were coerced into lowering our standards of success so we could feel successful settling for a $2 raise.
“Realistic” was turned into “Work 9-5 until I’m 60, then enjoy 2 years of retirement before I die of depression and boredom! The American dream!”
So we’re figuring out that America dreams of its people in slavery, working hard to build somebody else’s dreams. What is your dream?
Don’t be afraid to believe that big and great and expensive things can be enjoyed by you. We are here to enjoy life, not to be dominated by it. We just need direction, and most of what we learned in school was only designed to direct us towards employment.
There is more to life than poorness, poverty, and the terrible fear of pleasure.