Estimated reading time: 4 minutes
If you, like me, were raised in an average home, in a middle-class mentality—then stocks and shares didn’t feature in your day to day conversations. I come from a generation where you get up each day, suck it up and get your arse to work.
The thought of owning shares in powerhouse companies and investing in the success of brilliant minds, if spoken about at the dinner table, would have yielded a “shut up, it’s been a long day” kind of response. Not some fruitful, well-polished rebuttal from a monocle-wearing, Rolex toting father.
We left the nest, armed with no knowledge of making money, just some dumb ignorant goal.
Each middle-class parent sent their bright-eyed booze hound into the fierce and feisty world “to make it on their own”, create the dream and start from the bottom as they did. But what they did, didn’t work.
More than once, most of us hit the ground hard as we couldn’t fall back on our private school educations nor had the means to get into a varsity. We had to, knuckles dragging, soul-crushingly just keep on, keeping on.
This was until the world of easy investing arrived on our doors (cue Paramount Pictures intro). You have to understand that we are the mass group of people who will more than likely never smell wealth unless we win an incentive trip to our boss’s 3rd holiday home (the arrogance). Yes, you will close some good deals and generate some “rich” along the arduous journey, but we are the cogs in the machine, not taught to be wealthy.
We are what 99% of advertising is aimed at. We are why companies have corporate cultures, incentive trips and childish quota clubs. We’re the black suits and skirts, the blue collars and the white aprons. We are the worn-down workshoes dreaming of a better life. We are the dedicated ones who rely on New Year’s resolutions to give us hope in our turmoil.
Drugs, bad decisions, and medication keep us at war with ourselves, all just to get up on a Monday and keep fighting. And worst of all, most of us think that this is living and we are winning.
Enter our protagonist. A prosperous dreamer who, unlike the masses of idiots, is straight-up pile-driving the shit out of success, Elon “don’t blink as he just made another billion” Musk.
Now, don’t get me wrong, I pedestal no person (except my misses, of course). But for the unenlightened like me, even I can see that people like him are the rocket we need to attach our hopes and future to (pun intended).
With our rickety government educations and trivia understanding of wealth creation, guys like Elon Musk have to understand that we do not have many options. We do not have the means to get anywhere close to his mount Olympus and see the sunrise on a day where we are free of this war.
This means that when Elon goes to bed at night thinking of why to continue, why to be better and better each day. He needs to remember that the single moms and overwhelmed dads with a few grand and dodgy knowledge obtained from an overeager, ADHD 23-year-old on Youtube overselling share investment, depend on him.
While brushing his teeth in the morning, Elon, like the middle-class who depends on his success, needs to look himself in the eyes and say, “Today is going to be a great day, you have got this.” Because without a public consciousness and just a cowboy approach, our leading man unknowingly impacts those he does not want to affect negatively.
We, the middle class, the brawlers and the brave, the riding high in April and struct down in May folk, are done with creating wealth but never having it. We are exhausted and frustrated, our time is so precious, and all we have, bosses call it their time and punish us for not using it to their standards.
The middle class now laughs in CEOs’ faces as we revolt against the dying of our light. We do not care about arrogance dressed up and paid for through our efforts peacocking around the office while we battle to pay bills.
The idiots, like me, have sold their souls for too long. We have won awards and been declared top of our fields, but we still live hard.
Elon, my man, “Every day, against all odds, I drive myself to create a wealthy life, despite unexplainable challenges. You are the horse so many of us back, do not fail us and remember the masses in your decisions.”
To my middle-class idiots, the time is now, and the journey is ours. Learn to invest through simple, trusted mediums and back goldern horses like Tesla. It’s a way out of the battlefield. It’s a way to stop the hurt that is not some scheme or bright idea. The man is brilliant; always bet on brilliant.
Share your thoughts in the comment section below.