@TuckerMax I’m a free choice guy. People assume because I do something that I think everyone should do it. I don’t think anyone *should* do anything at all. You wanna hang w family - great. You wanna work - great. You wanna play games - great. Just don’t complain. Do what you want.

You’re right. (And I agree). Materialistic existence is an objectively bad way to live if you’re optimizing for happiness/subjective well-being. For me personally, I like working - so I do it a lot. It brings me joy. Many people, however, don’t pursue the life they want for fear of judgment of others. I wrote my post as a reminder that *most people* (including the ones whose judgements we believe) don’t actually care that much at all. So you might as well go for it. As for your remark that I sell sales courses to 25 year olds. I don’t sell courses (of any kind). I own a family office (ACQ. com) & Skool. com (an online platform for building communities). I make videos on the Internet with lessons I wish I had known earlier. (And partially as a reminder to myself - which is the majority of my posts on X). That being said, I believe in free markers and capitalism. Which if I’m not mistaken, are beliefs you share as well. Wish you the best.

There will come a day so quiet, so still, when no small feet run through the halls, no laughter echoes off the walls, no whispered Mama, stay a little longer from the doorway in the dark. One day, the last crayon masterpiece will be drawn, the last block tower built, the last lullaby sung to a sleepy head too heavy in our arms. And we won’t know it was the last, not then, not yet, until time has carried it too far to reach. We will beg to go back. To the nights when exhaustion pressed hard but tiny arms held harder. To the mornings of tangled hair and milk-stained pajamas climbing into our lap. To the messes, the chaos, the endless questions, the weight of it all that once felt so heavy but was, in truth, the light of our days. One day, our hands will be empty, our hearts stretched wide with longing for the life that once filled every corner. And if we could - just once, we would trade every quiet morning ahead for one more sleepless night rocking them back to sleep.