For me, the narrative handed down by my family was, get educated from an elite university in the west, come back to India, join the family business, marry an Indian girl, have babies and enact the identities that are culturally acceptable and appropriate.
This pretty much translated to get (or rather, stay) rich, get fat, pop out a couple of babies, spend all that money on real estate, get a Mercedez, preserve and grow the family wealth and die.
Tddaygame tweeted something a few days back, which struck a chord with me.
It was something along the lines of, when you invest a significant amount of time in a skill, consciously decide if it is a tool, hobby or a lifestyle. The way I have been culturally engineered, accumulating wealth was supposed to be the lifestyle rather than a tool.
Until, I got addicted to the sweet taste of pussy from the Former Soviet Union.
The opportunity cost of living the player lifestyle for me is quite high. We are talking millions worth of real estate, a construction business, political connections and all in all a very comfortable life.
While I have an advantage in the money and looks department, it is simply useless if not accompanied by proximity to hot birds*.
So the challenge ahead, before I even begin my climb to the daygame summit is to fund it. Have enough income coming in that I can live a comfortable life in Eastern Europe.
It can be easily argued that if Eastern Europe is where my heart is at, then I won’t be needing a lot of cash. However, my SMV will peak at around mid thirties. If I can just grind through my twenties, and generate at least $200k/annum, I will be a free man. I will not have to worry about lack of cash when I am older. Given my circumstances, making that sum is doable, however, getting it to a point where its passive or remotely managed is the tough bit. Money, for me then, is a tool, not a lifestyle in and of itself.
Also, when I say doable, earning that sum is not easy or simple. I am starting a new venture, quite different from my current family business. My life has become a groundhog day**. I live the same day over and over again every day. There is no novelty, no excitement of entrepreneurship and definitely no birds to hit on. All I can hope for are small euro jaunts, here and there until I finally unplug from the Matrix.
*There is nothing to shoot at. A white curvy 6 in the UK would be a 9 here.
** It is a hollywood movie, where the guy gets stuck in time and lives the same day over and over again until he becomes a good guy that the girl likes, not recommending watching it for game but for the concept. We all live our lives in a groundhog day, its just that the one that involves talking to a lot of girls and banging them is just far superior than the one where you are essentially a slave to wealth.
PS – If at any point you thought, that I can just fuck off to EE and ask my parents to cover my expenses, you were right. I can, but my ego won’t let me.