Money… … …speaks

I almost landed a career in research.

Got offered a PhD seat, but turned it down, since I was homesick.

Upon returning home, I started teaching, but after eight years of doing so, it was time to move on.

Ultimately, I landed up in the markets.

Was this a better place?

It was actually quite cut-throat.

Ruthless was its other name.

Amidst the many negatives, there was one solid positive, though.

This positive made up for everything, and then some.

Recognition, or lack of it, was instant.

And, you knew it.

Furthermore, recognition, or lack of it, came directly from the market itself.

The feedback loop was such, that you reported to the market, and the market reported back to you, and it told you immediately, that it was recognizing you, or if it was not.

The language of the market…

…was money.

Money…

…spoke…

…and you knew where you stood.

In research, recognition was abstract.

It came from academia.

Academia had other issues, and some of these issues were pretty ugly.

Furthermore, academia had a huge ego.

In academia, one didn’t really know where one stood, until something exceptionally huge came along. Mostly, it doesn’t.

In academia, one was left hanging, mostly.

I didn’t like being left hanging. I was actually quite happy about not being in academia.

Teaching at school level was a different form of academia.

Recognition came from students. I got my share, and it felt good.

Bottom-line didn’t look that happening, however. Teacher salaries were okayish.

For some reason, I wanted to be elsewhere.

I wanted action, challenge and knowledge about where I stood.

Entry into the markets became an ideal option for me.

In the markets, I didn’t have to look to anyone.

It was just me, and the market.

Face to face.

If I listened well, and followed accordingly, we were friends. If not, well, my account statement reflected this.

I liked straight-forwardness.

I liked being in the markets.

It thus became a long-term thing.

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Happy Sixth Birthday, Magic Bull!

Phews…

…game’s getting interesting…

…as we turn six. 

We’re thinking of endgame scenarios. 

We don’t consider endgame-discussion to be silly anymore. 

We’re not treating an endgame as far-off. 

We’re financial-health-conscious. 

We’re learning to detest debt. 

We understand that debt is a virus. 

It starts to eat us up from inside. 

The only avenue when we do consider debt as a tool is when cashflow fills up any void soon enough, annihilating whatever debt that’s been incurred. 

Debt-free-ness is our goal. 

Maintenance of debt-free-ness becomes our natural endeavour. 

Why?

Such a condition leads to burgeoning financial health,…

… ultimately culminating in full financial freedom. 

We take “two minutes of freedom” to think about what financial freedom means. 

Not needing to worry about repayment of any bill, whenever, whatever, however much…wow!

That’s where we want to be. 

If we’re not there yet, we’re defining conditions that’ll get us there. 

If we’re there, we’re ultimately starting to realize, that one can’t eat money. 

Money is a force. It’s physical existence is in the form of paper. However, the force nature of money is what we’re in the process of understanding. 

Force can be used to do the highest good, but also its opposite. 

A part of our excess force is diverted towards doing good. 

Charity. 

Upliftment.

Legacy. 

What are we if we don’t leave behind a legacy?

What will we have lived for?

This is our one shot, and it’s a big one. 

We’re making it count.

Slowly, realization is taking over. 

We’re evolving. That’s one side-effect of financial freedom, but one needs to want to evolve too. 

Our evolution is making us divert more and more funds towards the greater good. 

We’ll take that. That’s fantastic. No further discussion required. 

Happy reading!

🙂