One Size Does Not Fit All

Success for me means money.

It means digging my family out from a mountain of medical debt so we don’t have to live in a ditch. Success means building an expensive house where my disabled children can live without constant problems. It means putting together enough savings so my disabled children, who have no hope to support themselves as adults, are able to live with some basic dignity. Success means scraping together enough savings for my wife and I that we don’t starve or beg in our old age as our kids go into the care of the state.

What a pleasure it must be to live in an rarefied atmosphere of fiscal comfort and self-actualized bliss that you can throw meaningless buzzwords down at us lowly peons about what we should want.