Love of money has played a big part in my life. Most of my relatives are beyond wealthy. They have more money than a peasant like me could ever know what to do with. They live on these grand estates with land enough to feed an entire city but it remains unused.
I am drawn between two lives. One, being a life of excessive opulence. I could become "one of the family," as is expected on me. I am not lazy. I have morals. I do not want to dedicate myself to money or sales as they have. I do not want to build strip malls for the yankees. I do not want to strip forests for raw materials. I don't want to play the stock market. I do not want to network with jews. I do not want a million dollars.
I want food. I want a happy family. I want a quaint little home. I want to come home after working the fields and have a couple ecstatic kids run up to me, a smiling wife and a dog. I want good friends. By God what more does a man need than this?
But they don't understand. They look down on me because I reject their offers for help. I do not want to be like them, but to obtain that little farm I need about $300,000. To make that stupid woman smile she needs more than a shack in a junk yard.
Take the money from your family, multiply it 10,000x
You will be voluntarily playing life on an unnecessary difficulty, and, as others have said, will ultimately not benefit from your family's wealth, as well as likely not be able to contribute meaningfully to it.
And to do it at a time when so many of us want generational wealth to contribute to (but was squandered by our parents) is almost insulting.
Otherwise you'll be saving until you're 50 and then it's too late.
I have never had a car loan or a loan of any kind. I paid for everything with cash up until I bought my first house and paid half of it's cost as a deposit.
You can't have your cake and eat it too.