The wallet is where the worry is

As a child, most of my pretend games were elaborate rehearsals of adulthood, with the one unspoken requirement that my adult self would have money. Whether I imagined being an astronaut, shopkeeper, chef, or Ferrari-driving movie star, the future always looked comfortably funded. I don't think, as children, we dream big - rather, we dream well, thanks to the quiet security of being protected by our parents. But then we grow up, and the dreams take a backseat to survival.

This article was originally published on April 02, 2025.