Making $46,000,000 A Day

They just published the highest paid hedge fund managers for 2015.  The highest paid is surprisingly a white man, and that man made forty six million dollars a day, every day of 2015.  Seventeen thousand million dollars.  1.7 billion in income.

I read that and it made me feel things, probably the same things people felt right before they stormed the Bastille.

But then I felt something totally foreign: freedom.

Even if the super wealthy are running away with most of the economy they don't live much better than I do.

That guy owns a plane, for $150 I can hop on a plane and go almost anywhere in the country.  I have the same phone that guy has.  I have a car and he can only be in one car at a time.  In the mornings to feel special I jump into my pants, that guy probably puts his pants on one leg at a time like everybody else (especially because he's pretty old).

That guy literally earned more than Kobe Bryant, before lunch, on January 1st.

Why am I so stressed about making money?  It may seem silly but I will almost certainly never earn that much money.  So everything less than it is less than it.

I know so many people who think they are amazing because they earn a few hundred thousand a year. I even know a couple who earn a million dollars a year, many of those people think they are little dynasties all to themselves.  It only took Dr. Hedgefund thirty one minutes to earn his first million in 2015.

There really are headmasters sitting in mahogany rooms looking over the school yard as we fight in the sandbox's below.  We will never build a big enough sand castle to get into their mahogany rooms.

All that freedom I felt was realizing that we don't have to play by their rules, inside their sandboxes, propping up their buildings with our sweat.

It's time to get out of the sandbox and go make something for ourselves.  Two billion dollars can buy a lot of art, but it can't make any art.  Two billion can't write a poem, choreograph a dance, drip paint on to canvas.

You want to level the playing field?  Time to leave their field.