Enyar wrote:
poopshovel wrote:
In my opinion, the key ingredients to success are smarts enough to recognize an opportunity when it comes your way and enough drive to capitalize on it.
This. Big time. And capitalizing on these opportunities often requires a little capital. So while your friends are partying at the bar every weekend and buying $20,000 cars, you'd be wise to stack any tiny bit of cash you can...and turn those little stacks into larger ones whenever the opportunity presents itself.
Don't listen to the people who tell you it can't be done. I'm not rolling in the dough or anything, but I SACRIFICED the first 15 or so years of my working life; saving money. No vacations. No cars over $2k. Going out to dinner a maximum of twice a year or so, so that I can do those things now. It's worth it.
My room-mates in Gainesville bagged on me constantly for eating beans and rice and never going out to the bars with them. Both accumulated over $100k in debt. 15 years later, one (a "wildlife ecology" major) works as a pastry chef. The other (nursing degree or something?) is a full-time stay at home mom...not that there's anything wrong with that. Wife's best friend spent 4 years and god knows how much in student loans at Massage Therapy school in Colorado. Personally, I think she just wanted to move to Colorado, and the school was an excuse. She works as a paper-pusher at a doctor's office for barely more than minimum wage during the day, and delivers pizzas for Dominoes at night. Mom and Dad pay her car payment on her 2000-something Nissan Murano (which she constantly complains about) and she lives in her parents old house rent-free. She is still drowning in debt...and going back to school for accounting, which may or may not be a good thing.
I'm gonna throw this out there. What if you were hit by a truck at year 14.999?
Personally, I don't think you should have to sacrifice life completely to get ahead. Sure you don't need brand new cars and shots of Woodford Reserve every night...but enjoy life!
Do what makes you happy. If that means eating rice and beans and living in the slums then so be it. Personally, I'll take my 3-5 trips a years, boats, good wine, ribeyes, and toys.
I'm not exactly sure what you're asking in the first line(???)
And something is getting lost in translation.
I'm not saying "I ate beans and rice, so you should too." I was replying to the post about capitalizing on opportunity. This requires capital.
If Mommy and Daddy are there to pay your way (not you. Just the proverbial you...and the proverbial Mommy and Daddy) good for the proverbial you. That didn't happen for me. And I'm glad it didn't.
15 years ago, I worked 6:00 - 2:00 at my day job making $7.50/hour. School from 2:30-5:30. $2.50-ish an hour plus tips and mileage from 6:00-12/2 AM.
My room-mates, who had no jobs, and blew their financial aid on beers and good food have failed at life. I stacked little wads of paper until the opportunity to use those little wads to make bigger wads appeared.
I am now in a position to do what those guys and gals did 15 years ago because of that. Comfortably. I could go out and plunk big wads of cash on all kinds of crazy toys and booze and hookers tomorrow. But I won't. Not until I can do it comfortably.
Dig this: I don't believe in God, but I love listening to certain preachers, sermons, whatever. I heard this middle eastern Christian dude on the radio one night, talking about pleasure and sacrifice. It spoke to me. He said, in not so many words:
"All pleasure requires sacrifice. REAL pleasure requires sacrifice on the front-side (my words.) FALSE pleasure requires sacrifice on the back-side (also my words.)"
i.e. - False pleasure is blowing your paycheck on booze and lottery tickets. It's fun...for a weekend. Suddenly it's Monday and you're broke. It feels great in the beginning, but hurts in the end. Real pleasure is creating your own little empire, which requires thrift, diligence, and patience. It hurts in the beginning, but feels berkeleying fantastic in the end. False pleasure is cheating on your wife, getting caught, causing her to hurt in unimaginable ways, having others look at you like a real piece of E36 M3 instead of a man. Felt great at the time though, right? Real pleasure is being able to look at your wife, your relationship, after 10 (for me, recently,) years and know that you've been a faithful, loving MAN for that long. Hurts when you're blue-balled with some some chick at the bar who's begging for it. Pays huge dividends when your conscience is clear and you know you've done the right thing...and not because jeebus told you to.
That was my point. Capitalize on opportunity. This, almost always, requires capital. Put it this way, to drive the point home in a car context: People often ask us (the race team) how the berkeley we score these killer deals on cars. My answer is often "Sometimes you just gotta be the guy with the truck and the trailer." If you ain't the dude with the cash, you ain't got the truck and the trailer.
Dig?
Enjoy your Woodford Reserve. Me and Evan are chillin quite comfortably tonight. $19.99 a jug, less 5% case price, less 5% CASH price = winning.