irst of all, what the hell does it even mean?? Do you honestly believe that at some point not having the slightest worry about whether or not we can pay the bills when we are 85 is all that really matters? Wait, how many of us will actually live that long??
And so in order to achieve the so-called “financial freedom”, we begin our quest. We start reading articles, books, listening to podcasts, following social media accounts dedicated to “managing your finances 101”, “how to multiply your wealth in 5 years”, “how to live debt-free”, growing interests in stocks, markets, commodities, investment, and the list is endless. What was once a seemingly meaningless combination of four letters is now what keeps us up at night. Should I cut loss tomorrow morning? Should I wait? What’s to buy next?
We have suddenly become experts. Our daily conversation is now full of words usually uttered in the stock market floors and written in business newspapers. It is all now about “profit”, “growth”, and whatnot. Candlestick has nothing to do with that waxy thing people used to lit on when the power was out. Suddenly our concern in the morning is not about what we will have for breakfast, but how much is the gold price per troy ounce today?
Can you feel the adrenaline rush under your skin when the price of the stock you have just bought suddenly plunged or jumped through the roof that it got suspended? Within several hours, we can either lose or gain more. Do you even have time to grasp its meaning as the numbers keep changing somewhere in the virtual world, and so does your net worth.
In all of this frenzy, the cunning sees what is to gain. The misguided, gullible souls struggling to (pretend to) understand what the hell the Fibonacci sequence is. The cunning represents everything these impressed souls dream of – the taste of success, financial freedom, all look sleek and shiny. And off they go into the spiderweb trap. The noble purpose to gain the so-called “financial freedom” has led them to the pit of suffering, screaming for the loss of their precious things. “But I meant well,” they say. “It is all for my future.”
And so we get to this point. The point where we question about what matters the most in life. Did we really mean well when we first jumped into that pool, trying to scoop as much as possible? Or was it just a simple, usual human greed that led us to where we are now?