The Situation
I'm twenty six, in a fairly odd position in life.
I have a house. I paid cash for it. I just spent a year remodeling the entire thing by myself. I'm renting the extra bedrooms out on AirBnb to pay the bills. I have two cheap cars, both paid off. I just sold my first property, a condo I remodeled and made a decent little profit on.
I've done entrepreneurial things but don't particularly consider myself an entrepreneur. All of the good decisions I've made in my life have been geared towards creating an environment to earn a living off of my writing. Which historically and currently has produced little to no income.
The Problem
Which leads me to my current problem, I didn't earn my "wealth." Nor did my family, we were broke. But my parents died and I got paid. My mom committed suicide when I was eleven and we received a settlement. Twelve years later my Dad's heart exploded to the tune of a half a million dollar life insurance policy split between my brother and I.
So call it existential angst, call it nihilism, call it the truth, but being orphaned at twenty-three and watching my parents die young has left me impossibly reluctant to waste my life in what MJ has so aptly labeled the script. So for the last nine years I have followed the dark and twisty road of following the thing I believe I was born to do: writing. Though, so far, the marketmind has unsurprisingly not given a single F*ck.
The Question
I have virtually no responsibilities to anyone but myself and I have significant amount of time to allocate however I please. My conundrum is the following: what do you do when you think you have found the reason you materialized out of the whirlpool of blood, cum, piss, and shit that is the universe only to make $14.71 a month off of it after years of effort?
The three obvious options are:
1. Slowlane a 9-5 to pay the bills and save, use whatever time is left to pursue the dream.
2. Enjoy the suck. Every great author suffered immensely financially for a significant period of time, skirt by as best you can, and if you crash, well, at least maybe you enjoyed the burn of chasing something most people never have the balls to.
3. Take the monogamous fastlane, deliver immense value, get your F*ck you money, then chase the dream. Basically exactly what MJ has done with his life... Lol.
Given that I'm here, I'm obviously more privy to numbers 2 and 3 as I'm sure most people here are. I suppose what I'm getting at is that it does seem ignorant not to capitalize on my ability to purposely save given my extremely low living expenses. That's my saving grace-- I am extremely good at managing money. I've been handling six figure sums since I was eighteen. I can live comfortably on 12-14k a year. There's certainly no Lambos involved, but I also don't clip coupons. So if I worked on a way to make 50k, 100k, virtually any mentionable amount of income, delivering value in something I found remotely meaningful, I'd be well on my way to an impressive money system.
I know in some sense the question is impossibly broad and it is naive to expect anyone to have an answer to it. What's the meaning of life, eh? Anyways, maybe it'll make for a good introduction.
I'm twenty six, in a fairly odd position in life.
I have a house. I paid cash for it. I just spent a year remodeling the entire thing by myself. I'm renting the extra bedrooms out on AirBnb to pay the bills. I have two cheap cars, both paid off. I just sold my first property, a condo I remodeled and made a decent little profit on.
I've done entrepreneurial things but don't particularly consider myself an entrepreneur. All of the good decisions I've made in my life have been geared towards creating an environment to earn a living off of my writing. Which historically and currently has produced little to no income.
The Problem
Which leads me to my current problem, I didn't earn my "wealth." Nor did my family, we were broke. But my parents died and I got paid. My mom committed suicide when I was eleven and we received a settlement. Twelve years later my Dad's heart exploded to the tune of a half a million dollar life insurance policy split between my brother and I.
So call it existential angst, call it nihilism, call it the truth, but being orphaned at twenty-three and watching my parents die young has left me impossibly reluctant to waste my life in what MJ has so aptly labeled the script. So for the last nine years I have followed the dark and twisty road of following the thing I believe I was born to do: writing. Though, so far, the marketmind has unsurprisingly not given a single F*ck.
The Question
I have virtually no responsibilities to anyone but myself and I have significant amount of time to allocate however I please. My conundrum is the following: what do you do when you think you have found the reason you materialized out of the whirlpool of blood, cum, piss, and shit that is the universe only to make $14.71 a month off of it after years of effort?
The three obvious options are:
1. Slowlane a 9-5 to pay the bills and save, use whatever time is left to pursue the dream.
2. Enjoy the suck. Every great author suffered immensely financially for a significant period of time, skirt by as best you can, and if you crash, well, at least maybe you enjoyed the burn of chasing something most people never have the balls to.
3. Take the monogamous fastlane, deliver immense value, get your F*ck you money, then chase the dream. Basically exactly what MJ has done with his life... Lol.
Given that I'm here, I'm obviously more privy to numbers 2 and 3 as I'm sure most people here are. I suppose what I'm getting at is that it does seem ignorant not to capitalize on my ability to purposely save given my extremely low living expenses. That's my saving grace-- I am extremely good at managing money. I've been handling six figure sums since I was eighteen. I can live comfortably on 12-14k a year. There's certainly no Lambos involved, but I also don't clip coupons. So if I worked on a way to make 50k, 100k, virtually any mentionable amount of income, delivering value in something I found remotely meaningful, I'd be well on my way to an impressive money system.
I know in some sense the question is impossibly broad and it is naive to expect anyone to have an answer to it. What's the meaning of life, eh? Anyways, maybe it'll make for a good introduction.
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