You absolute coward we live in the safest and healthiest and wealthiest time in the history of humanity with the most tools to solve our problems than ever before.
I am inundated by spiritually weak takes this morning and being pissy about it.
Every motherfucker on /r/collapse revels in the idea of the end of the world because it absolves them from the responsibility of doing anything meaningful.
You absolute coward we live in the safest and healthiest and wealthiest time in the history of humanity with the most tools to solve our problems than ever before.
Nuclear/global war? Unheard of for 80+ years
Global poverty? Plummeting
Great barrier reef? Record coral cover
CO2 emissions? Slowest growth rate since 1949
COVID? Development of a new class of vaccines faster than could be possibly imagined
YOU LIVE IN A GOLDEN AGE!
THATS PRETTY BAD
THATS PRETTY BAD
THATS PRETTY BAD
HELL ON EARTH FOR THESE PEOPLE
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I’m torn on how to approach the idea of luck. I’m the first to admit that I am one of the luckiest people on the planet. To be born into a prosperous American family in 1960 with smart parents is to start life on third base. The odds against my very existence are astronomical.
I’ve always felt that the luckiest people I know had a talent for recognizing circumstances, not of their own making, that were conducive to a favorable outcome and their ability to quickly take advantage of them.
In other words, dumb luck was just that, it required no awareness on the person’s part, whereas “smart” luck involved awareness followed by action before the circumstances changed.
So, was I “lucky” to be born when I was—nothing I had any control over—and that I came of age just as huge databases and computers were advancing to the point where I could use those tools to write “What Works on Wall Street?” Absolutely.
Was I lucky to start my stock market investments near the peak of interest rates which allowed me to spend the majority of my adult life in a falling rate environment? Yup.
Ironies of Luck https://t.co/5BPWGbAxFi
— Morgan Housel (@morganhousel) March 14, 2018
"Luck is the flip side of risk. They are mirrored cousins, driven by the same thing: You are one person in a 7 billion player game, and the accidental impact of other people\u2019s actions can be more consequential than your own."
I’ve always felt that the luckiest people I know had a talent for recognizing circumstances, not of their own making, that were conducive to a favorable outcome and their ability to quickly take advantage of them.
In other words, dumb luck was just that, it required no awareness on the person’s part, whereas “smart” luck involved awareness followed by action before the circumstances changed.
So, was I “lucky” to be born when I was—nothing I had any control over—and that I came of age just as huge databases and computers were advancing to the point where I could use those tools to write “What Works on Wall Street?” Absolutely.
Was I lucky to start my stock market investments near the peak of interest rates which allowed me to spend the majority of my adult life in a falling rate environment? Yup.