Like most people, I can get behind the idea of being rich. Filthy rich. Ideally right now.
And if that’s due to a lucky YOLO bet on a stock going to the moon then so much the better.
The problem is I’d have to be very lucky. Because I don’t even make those bets.
No, I dutifully punch my ticket on the passive investing slow-train while everyone else – apparently – quaffs champagne on a first-class Hyperloop to Easy Street.
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