Youth is a time of madness.
The world is enormous, everything appears possible, and consequences seem like a problem belonging to some distant future. We want everything. We want it now. We assume there will always be another year, another opportunity, another chance to fix whatever we break today.
Have fun now. Deal with the consequences later.
Fair enough.
I had my youth. I made decisions that make me smile today, although they did not always feel particularly amusing at the time. I wasted money. I pursued futile dreams. I spent time and money on love. I chased status symbols I could not afford because, like most young men, I occasionally confused appearing successful with actually becoming successful.
But there was one difference.
I came from very simple beginnings.
There was no old money behind me. No family name capable of opening doors. No parents with the connections, influence or resources to quietly move things into place when I stumbled.
And money was an issue from very early on.
I started working at fourteen. If I wanted something, I generally had to pay for it myself. I made some spectacularly bad decisions. I wasted money. I made mistakes that, in retrospect, were almost impressively stupid.
But nobody eased the consequences for me.
And that may have been my ultimate salvation.
Consequences arrived quickly.
There was no institutional safety net waiting to explain why my decision had been unfortunate. No parent quietly replenishing the account. No invisible hand restoring the balance sheet after another foolish choice.
If I spent the money, it was gone.
If I made the wrong decision, I lived with it.
That is how you learn money.
Not in a classroom.
You learn money through scars on your back and inside your mind. You learn it by discovering, in the most practical possible way, that resources are finite, that debt has a memory, that status is expensive, and that stupidity has an invoice.
Financial literacy is useful.
But financial experience is something else entirely.
You can teach someone compound interest, portfolio theory, credit structures and risk management. You can make them memorize every respectable term in the financial dictionary.
And then you can watch them discover that they cannot make the rent.
We have produced a generation that can discuss increasingly complex financial theories while struggling with the most primitive financial equation of all:
Money coming in must eventually exceed money going out.
That lesson cannot be outsourced.
It cannot be gamified into existence.
And it cannot be made painless.
For many, the consequences are now arriving late because we have spent years insulating people from them. The bill did not disappear. It merely accumulated interest.
That lesson will hurt.
A lot.
And perhaps that is precisely why it will finally be remembered.
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