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