A Recovering Bankster's Reflections
For today's edition, I’m shifting my focus from the outward to the inward. It’s no surprise that it’s easier to blame others these days for the problems we perceive in this world. And I think there’s plenty of worthwhile external culpability to go around, that’s for sure.
But it’s also easy to ignore the responsibility that lies within each and every individual. Whether proclaimed outwardly for everyone to hear or simply left to our inner voice, more and more people default to the “it’s not my fault, if only such-and-such didn’t happen things would be great for me” solution rather than trying to dig deeper to find solid, sustainable solutions for themselves and their community.
In defaulting to this excuse position, of which I too am human and am not immune to, don’t get me wrong, we are more likely to willingly cede power to others with the misconception of bringing justice to our own lives.
Simply from my observations and not at all based on any sort of official Ivy League study, I sense that we, the people, are becoming more and more complacent, where it’s just as easy to shrug things off and say, “yeah, but, meh…whatever” and move along in our ruts, all the while continuing to bellyache about “wo is me”. “Life’s not fair”. “Life sucks”. “Is this it?” All ideas running through our minds and being shared without anyone else willing to listen and compare to our tragic lives with.
It almost seems like we’re spiraling in a race to the bottom these days, rather than picking ourselves up, taking responsibility and pointing our nosecones for the stars.
Granted, as in the physical world, in the mental sphere of life too, down is much easier than up.
Today, for a brief few minutes, I want to posit my own hypothesis on why this may be, especially for those of Generation X and younger vintage.
I think I best fit into the late Gen X/early Millennial slot. I’m not exactly sure because in doing research, my year of birth seems to float between the two categories. I guess that puts me on the cusp of generations and might explain my idiosyncratic thinking. But who knows. That’s neither here nor there.
I’m left to ponder, what extreme conditions have we lived through in our lives? By that I mean conditions which made life extremely uncertain and unlivable. Yes, some of us experienced the horrors of 9-11, which precipitated into another regional war somewhere far away.
And some of us were youngsters living through the last vestiges of dealing with the Soviet Union through the Cold War era.
Of course, I don’t downplay the perpetual state of war that’s always found somewhere in this world. I’m not ignoring the fact that the world is NOT perfect and is unlikely to ever be so. And yes, our current state of affairs with the pandemic are not remiss to me. Perhaps this is a true test so many of us have been lacking in a meaningful life for we’re getting a glimpse of life without some comforts and luxuries.
But most of us from these generations living in “Western Civilization” don’t truly know and appreciate severe worry, anguish, pain. Our idea of pain and suffering is missing out on the first dibs of the most recent iPhone. Or, for some, it’s losing 10% on a trade they placed, all thanks to a friendly tip from someone just as green in investing as they are.
Now, let’s take a few generations back and compare.
Some of our parents may likely have been children during the Second World War, whose fathers, grandfathers, uncles, perhaps even brothers, bravely took up arms to defend what they believed was worth dying for. And some did die. And, as such, our parents never again saw that father, grandfather, uncle, brother. But they also understood what was potentially at stake. Sacrifices included life, yes, but let’s not forget the sacrifices on the home front too. Mothers, grandmother, sisters, aunts all took on more demands in life, both at home and industrially or commercially, to make ends meet in the hope of seeing their loved ones again.
And not in a million years would they have contemplated the sheer anguish of missing out on the latest toy, like we seem to experience today. That was completely out of the question.
For those parents not old enough to have experienced the direct impacts of World War 2, it’s likely they had to live through the uncertainties of the nuclear era, when both sides seemed to be itching to test their muscle and annihilate the other side. As the itch to strike intensified, so too did the uncertainty of life itself. Worrying about getting the latest Barbie doll or Tonka truck was quickly replaced by a worry for life itself.
How about one generation earlier? Well, that’s the generation that likely fought in the Second World War. It too is the generation that may have felt the waves of suffering wrought by the First World War.
The generation before that? Perhaps the decision to uproot one’s family, leaving your homeland and emigrating to another land, one with more promise for a brighter future and potential for your family, though one not without severe trials and tribulations of the unknown.
Throughout the generations, a constant barrage of despots, disease, wars, famine kept our ancestors constantly on their toes, making life altering decisions at the snap of the fingers, making sacrifices without a second thought, all for the hope of a better and stronger future for their progeny.
Sure, I’ll grant that some of these conclusions are conjecture. I didn’t live back then. I can’t say for sure. I can only base my analysis on the stories shared with me through my parents and grandparents, supplemented with readings of history books, which are not without their own bias. I get it.
But when today our worries revolve around the latest toys and gadgets rather than empty stomachs and lack of opportunities for future growth, I don’t think it’s a stretch to say we’ve grown complacent.
Understand that I’m not wishing empty stomachs or hardships on anyone. I enjoy this life that has been gifted to me from generations past. But that’s the whole point here. We’re squandering that gift with our complacency.
By now, you might be wondering what this monologue has to do with the Recovering Bankster. I hope some of you can make the connection but for those who cannot, allow me to clarify.
As we grow more obsessed with how unfair we think life is, we continue to cede more and more power and influence to others. As a result, we also relinquish global wealth to a smaller and smaller cabal of Banksters who accumulate this wealth through their power and influence over us, rather than through true value creation and progress.
Don’t get me wrong. There are still those who create massive value and progress in this world whose personal sacrifices warrant wealth.
In any case, that notorious share of pie seems to be tipping over to a smaller and smaller group of people, leaving the rest of us moaning and complaining about why it is so.
It’s why I’ve created this Recovering Bankster soapbox, to help change mindsets so that we can shift more power and influence back to more people and thus start taking back more of that pie.
Our ancestors went through much to get us here today. Don’t you think we owe them a bit of respect by picking ourselves up off the couch, turning off Netflix, diverting our attention away from cat and unicorn videos, putting away the chips and taking back control of what was built for us? Is it not time to unplug from the Matrix, which has been created to keep us distracted and apathetic?
I get that some, like Cypher in the Matrix movie, prefer a life of distraction, fakeness, comfort and so have no issue giving up their destiny for some else’s enrichment. That’s fine. Just don’t moan and grumble later, when it’s too late or when the rest of us are trying to grow ourselves and our future generations. You can’t have it both ways. Join us or get out of the way.
For the rest who see the light and understand that we are the next cog in our own family’s legacy, it’s time to straighten ourselves out and keeping rolling that growing ball of wealth, power and influence passed along to us from generations gone by.
When it comes to your wealth, I can help you get organized and empowered to keep that ball rolling. It’s what I do through my Pinnacle Financial practice. I’m all about helping you with your family’s wealth torch, growing its flame, no matter how big or small, and passing it along to the next generation.
Yes, as with power, with great wealth comes great responsibilities as well. But without power, without wealth, we are nothing but zombies roaming this earth, sucking it dry of resources without giving anything back, without truly helping progress our world to a better future.
Of course, I’m just a ranting Recovering Bankster. What do I know?