I think most of us have the far off dream of somehow obtaining enough money to last us the rest of our lives, without ever having to work for “The Man” again. Some people like to refer to this kind of windfall as “fuck you money.” Usually it’s the lottery scenario where you win a $100 million Powerball jackpot. That’s the easiest scenario to imagine because it literally could happen to anyone – no skill, no work, no talent involved. You simply pluck down $2 at a convenience store and suddenly have more money than 99.9% of people in the world. Other scenarios include writing a best selling novel, forming a business that takes off, or inheriting millions from a long lost rich uncle. These all float through our minds at random points while we wonder if our lives are being wasted sitting at a desk at 2 PM on a Wednesday afternoon on a warm summer day.
I’ll freely admit I want this fuck you money. I’d love to never have to work a 40 hour a week job again. I could travel the world, meet interesting people, do things that I could never contemplate doing in my current life. Suddenly my life would gain those 40 hours back and I could use them to expand my mind and live my life to its limits. The money would be freedom to me, not simply a means to obtain gold plated silverware or a garage full of Italian sports cars. Material possessions are of course alluring, but really I crave the freedom to live my life as I would want to live.
Yet, as I write this, I can imagine a starving person in a third world country and how if they ever somehow read this they’d think I was an ungrateful, privileged American. They’d be right too. I already have a good job and make enough money to live comfortably. Yet I want even more? And not just a little more, but millions and millions more. I want enough to never work again. Isn’t that just laziness? Am I deluding myself into thinking having this money would change my life, or really do I just want to be a glutton who never has to contribute to society ever again and can live off my money until I die fat and happy?
I don’t know, and really I’ll never need to know or have to make any decisions in regards to having millions upon millions of dollars. The chances I’d ever have fuck you money are astronomically small, and it really is just a pipe dream. Even if I somehow won the lottery and got the money, would I even look back to this article and contemplate things, or just go wild and forget all about my past self? I think most adjust so quickly to having this kind of money that they literally become different people, removed from their former lives. Usually they don’t become happy, but are just faced with an entirely new set of problems to deal with.
In a lot of ways we shouldn’t wish this kind of money on ourselves. Yet, it’s almost impossible not to always want it, even if it’s secretly hidden deep in our psyches. It’s always that lingering yearning for something different than what you currently have, the dream in the distance.
I’m reminded of the story of Ronald Wayne. He was one of the original co-founders of Apple, along with Steve Jobs and Steve Wozniak back in 1976. However, after a few months he worried about the liability he could have by being associated with the company and sold his 10% share for $800. Yes, you read that right – eight hundred dollars. In the years after he left, Apple skyrocketed and eventually that 10% share would have been worth literally billions of dollars.
Where is Wayne now?
He’s living in a mobile home in Nevada, where he sometimes goes to the casino or tinkers with his stamp and coin collection. He claims he is happy and doesn’t regret giving up on billions of dollars, but you wonder if secretly the dream of what could have been eats away at him. What would his life had been like? Would he have lived it more fully, explored more of the human existence, not have ended up in the a mobile home in the desert, waiting for his time to come?
That’s the gnawing thought that eats away at most of us as we go about our days. We get up early, go to work, come home tired, do chores, watch TV, and sleep. Are we really living, or merely going through the motions? Will we end up that old man in the desert some day, sitting on our porch and regretting the missed opportunities of our younger days? While it’s unlikely we could obtain billions (or even millions) of dollars, maybe there is more we could be doing. That’s what the question of fuck you money should inspire, what do you really want to be doing with your life?