Missing Out Blues
For the past few weeks, the news had been all about the countdown to the presidency, endless rallies, and nonstop speculation on poll results.Yesterday, the election result finally dropped, yet today, scrolling through the headlines, it's still more of the same: post-election speeches, poll investigations, endless interviews. Looks like it’ll be a few more days before the frenzy dies down.
Most of my clients claim to be politically “neutral” (somewhere between Democrat and Republican). But I suspect a lot of them secretly cast their ballots for Trump. Who knows? What really gets to me, though, is the missed opportunity to strike it rich overnight. I should've snagged some Tesla and Coinbase stocks the night before the election!
I used to hold Tesla stock for ages, actually. But this year, the brutal drop in the first half left me rattled, and in a moment of panic, I sold it all. Since then, I’ve been sitting on the sidelines, watching Tesla go through the roof not once but twice! First, when news dropped that it had successfully caught the landing rocket, and then again after Trump got elected. I missed both of those big jumps. So yes, I feel like a genius.
Then there’s Coinbase. It also surged after the election, since apparently Trump is big on crypto now. So naturally, everyone piled in. And guess what? I didn’t buy that one either, thinking it was too risky before the election. So here I am—no Tesla, no Coinbase, just a nagging feeling that my gut instincts could use a tune-up.
Thinking back to before I got into this industry, I can hardly believe how much things have changed. Back then, I worried constantly about making rent. It wasn’t just a mild concern; I genuinely thought I might end up broke and on the streets one day. Passing by homeless in the city only made those worries feel more real. Now, thanks to loyal clients and a steady flow of new ones, my rent and living expenses no longer stress me out, even though I spend most of my time drinking coffee and reading books. And most importantly, nobody controls me. Life is good!
But I’m still a long way from being able to buy a multimillion-dollar apartment in Manhattan. I know what you’re going to say: “Renting is actually more cost-effective than buying.” And sure, I get it. When you factor in the mortgage, property taxes, maintenance, and all that jazz, renting makes a lot of financial sense. But renting and owning aren’t the same.Owning a place just has this… aura of stability, I guess. Maybe I’m idealizing it because I’ve never had that experience myself. As they say, you crave it until you get it, and then you get bored once you have it.
Once upon a time, I naively believed stocks were my golden ticket, the fast track to instant wealth. I’d read all those stories of people striking it big and thought, Why not me? But the reality? I'm destined just to make a little money here and there—nothing too wild.I don’t have the nerve for massive risks, and I wouldn’t call myself a financial wizard. Plus, I’m a little lazy, I love to play, and I sleep ten hours a night—hardly the profile of a high-flying Wall Street prodigy!
Sometimes, you have to believe in fate. Some people are destined to make billions, while others—like me—seem to be destined for a comfortable, albeit modest, living. And honestly, that’s okay. I’ve found a pretty good rhythm, a way to live that’s more about enjoyment than stress. Maybe one day I’ll get lucky with a big win, but until then, I’m here for the coffee, the books, and the peace of mind that comes with finding a way to live comfortably, if not extravagantly.
