But this is the nature of a casino. One out of ten people gets a big payout for the same basic actions. If you're among the other nine people like I am, you take it in stride. You don't jump and cannibalize the guy who won. Not least because your self-esteem shouldn't be contingent upon how much money you have compared to someone else. People who win big randomly can't really be proud of what they have. But if you know you earned and deserve what you have, you can have pride. True pride in yourself is more valuable than money. I see this every single day with the ultra-rich I work for. The ones who got it by luck have no self control or pride. They'll soon lose it. I really don't care if they have more goodies than me. But that's because I have pride in myself, and it's ugly and despicable to base your self worth on comparing what you have to other people's material wealth.
In fact, frequently I feel sorry for them because they seem so desperate to be friends with me - because my life experience had been "real" and presented me with real shit they never had to deal with. They lack more for true friends than you or I. And I can't covet what they have when I can see, plainly, that I wouldn't want to trade places with them. And that a lot of times they want to trade places with me.
We all die. Happiness and bliss is just as likely to find you in a park behind a dumpster as in a penthouse. All the rest of the angst about judging who deserves what is just a waste of the time you have on this earth to define yourself independently.
This isn't about losing 1% of your wealth gambling.
This is about wealth inequality. This is about watching as resources are entirely captured for a very small few. But history will continue to teach lessons about what happens when the rich get too big for their britches.
Who said 1%? I know people who have just lost most of their life savings in this crypto crash. My view is that they gambled big, and some won and others lost. My point is that I'm not angry at the ones who won, nor particularly sympathetic to those who lost, because I'm happy with my decision to stay out of the game even though I at one point held a winning ticket.
You are by yourself and will never understand the solidarity that workers have in each other. That communities have in each other if this is how you view life.
In fact, frequently I feel sorry for them because they seem so desperate to be friends with me - because my life experience had been "real" and presented me with real shit they never had to deal with. They lack more for true friends than you or I. And I can't covet what they have when I can see, plainly, that I wouldn't want to trade places with them. And that a lot of times they want to trade places with me.
We all die. Happiness and bliss is just as likely to find you in a park behind a dumpster as in a penthouse. All the rest of the angst about judging who deserves what is just a waste of the time you have on this earth to define yourself independently.