Are people like me - for whom every moment spent thinking about the need for money is a moment spent in anguish - just not supposed to exist?
Attempting to channel the spirit of Adam Neumann:
"No one has to live for money, just do what you love! If you don't want to be tied down, then get embrace your inner nomad and live the #vanlife. Roam the world, #hustle_and_grind while you're young, and set up your passive income streams and you can get that money monkey back off your back. You're lucky to be born into the greatest country in the world, so be grateful and take advantages of the opportunities you have! Everyone goes through tough times, but you can choose whether to play the hand you're given or whine about it."
offer void for people for whom "what they love" isn't running a pump and dump crypto scam.
I love 17th century French opera. Tell me how to turn that into a passive income stream asshole!
The utopian capitalist answer is that this is a flaw in your brain, a symptom of an illness. They will tell you that the healthy human brain will allow you to be happy and find meaning in any and all situations because there exists someone somewhere who could.
"This man has no legs and hustlegrinded his way into shingling a roof. What's your excuse?" :capitalist-laugh: :bootlicker: