Been a sobering two days. Yesterday, I reconnected with an ex-student 12 years my junior who recently discovered she has blood cancer. Today, I had breakfast with a secondary school mate whose mother is undergoing chemotherapy for Stage 4 cancer.
I don’t think I can dial back time and return to those carefree days of youth, in which my main preoccupation was deciding on the next country to visit. Exploring outward, basking in the vibrant stimulus I landed myself in. Self-actualisation ruled me like the Northern Star guides lost souls. Nowadays, my chats involve me listening to my friends’ struggles as well as gently prodding them to make their nominations for their national annuity retirement funds.
Death strips us of everything in the end, doesn’t it? Like the naked king in The Emperor’s New Clothes, caught unawares.
My ex-student asked me what I would have done if I were given a certain amount of years to live. My thoughts went to my children, and I spoke unhesitatingly, “Most likely I would want to make as much money as possible so that they are adequately funded to have a head start in life.”
Of course, I have tons of things I hope to accomplish before I meet death. But if I’m really staring at it in the face, my bucket list doesn’t matter anymore. My children’s happiness does.
I’m not that scared of death anymore. Because I have a final task to keep my eye on before the curtains close forever.
This is not to say that having a fatter bank account will necessarily lead to more happiness on their part, but I have had friends who grew up impoverished. I think raising yourself from the jaws of poverty frames your world view in a sticky way that is quite hard to undo. You evaluate all your decisions based on whether they would be financially lucrative - or at least, that’s what my friends do.
At the end of the day, I just want my kids to march into their 20s, encumbered from the shackles of adulting. That they seriously worry about which country to explore next rather than agonise over looming student loan debts.
Before I became a parent, death really freaked me out. I read a lot of the immortality literature and took comfort in the idea that we might be the first generation to live forever. We'll see, on that front.
Just like you, though, when I contemplate mortality now, my mind goes immediately to my daughter. Getting her set up to live a good life is the priority now, everything else is icing on the cake. That might be the most profound transformation of fatherhood, for me.
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I guess that’s what parents mean when they say that children are their life purpose
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Your reflections are very moving. It shows great strength and love to prioritize the happiness and safety of your children in the face of life's uncertainties. Thank you for sharing such profound insights about moving from self-actualization to a meaningful legacy for our loved ones.
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Thank you for your kind words
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Great thoughts! If I were you, I would do the exact same. Also I think, I'm gonna do the same.
When I reached my adulthood, a thought always offended me. I thought, I won't marry or bear kids until or unless I'm financially sound. This was so hard stuffed in my soul because I myself was raised under so much poverty. I couldn't go to a food school, couldn't enjoy my childhood with expensive toys or teddys, when I became adult, could never live life in the way I wanted to. My financial responsibilities came so early upon me that I almost forgot the joys of life.
I don't want this to happen with my kids. So, yeah that fatter accounts matter. But, here's an unwanted suggestion, build assets instead of making accounts fattier.
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Good point about assets. And Bitcoin is the best asset there is
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