What’s up with today’s 20 somethings? Previous generations seemed to have these ridiculous assumptions about success, about what you must or must not do within a certain time frame.
And my generation has our own, which is:
“If you aren’t a millionaire by 30 you are wasting your time, and you’re a lazy bastard!”
It’s funny, because I also tell myself that all the time.
I’m young, I work bloody hard towards what I want, plus I’m only 24 which means that by 30 I should be able to make a million or ten million or fifty million easy, right?
Sure, it’s possible.
If it’s going to cost you your sanity, your health, and the blessed peace of mind that comes with just enjoying life, why do it?
It’s like accepting a high powered high-salary corporate job in your 20s. Sure, well before 30 you are going to be making a 6 figure salary, but you’re also going to be going to work at 8, and not leaving until 8.
You literally will be sacrificing your life for your own “success.” You’re choosing $100,000 over the following:
- Time. Time to go to the gym. Time to go out with your girlfriend. Time to surf. Time to travel. Time to learn a new skill.
- Freedom. The freedom to say, “I’m tired of all this shit, It’s time to pick up and go.”
How is that even remotely worth it?
Yet that is what so many highly motivated, hard working 20 somethings are doing. We are trying to build our legacy, enjoy life, and make millions all before 30. It’s insanity.
Everyone around is yelling, “You better not take that long, you better be able to do it quicker than he/she did, you’ve got a good head on your shoulders and a great work ethic – there’s no reason why you shouldn’t be ultra successful by 30.”
It’s like eating dinner with a bunch of screaming kids or adults arguing about something. It spoils your appetite, gives you agida, and makes you want to throw your plate against the wall and go smoke ten packs of cigarettes (as far away from home as possible).
We have a huge push for product and not process. The whole premise of the “bazillionaire by 30” attitude is that we need to see some fruit before 30.
But what about all the other things you can’t see? What about a person’s sanity, enjoyment, or best of all – time to enjoy those bazillions we’re going to be making?
The worst part? We put most of the pressure on ourselves. Middle finger to the world, golden Willy-Wonka ticket in hand, we’re saying “I got big things to do, bitches.”
And then promptly have a nervous breakdown 6 months later.
Well I have a reminder for you, me, and everyone else putting immeasurable pressure on themselves to be successful before 30, or tomorrow, or next year:
Slow Down and Smell the Goddamn Roses, You Don’t Have to be a Millionaire Before 30
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