The older generation didn’t grow up with technology; we grew through it. We didn’t get dropped into the digital ocean with floaties and Wi-Fi—no, we were shoved into the shallow end with bricks tied to our ankles, expected to dog-paddle through dial-up and BIOS screens. Every step forward was paved with trial, error, and the occasional corrupted floppy disk that felt like God Himself had betrayed you.
Today I asked myself a deceptively simple question:
Is it better to be financially wealthy or financially stable?
Natural selection doesn’t care. It isn’t personal. No gold stars for effort, no justice for the kind-hearted. It’s a filter with no emotion — keep what works, discard what doesn’t.
The older generation didn’t grow up with technology; we grew through it. We didn’t get dropped into the digital ocean with floaties and W...
