The highest wealth for a kid: growing up with two intellectually curious parents who have the courage to take risks, and who remain enthusiastic about their own agency and their own ability to write a great life story. That's the kind of parent you should aim to be.
Most will harp on about "locking in", but those who have truly gone full-bore in pursuit of their vision know the soul density and spiritual texture of others who have too, and what it actually takes. You can smell the stench of those who are performative. It is hardly ornamental, the ordeal is utterly dishevelling. It feels like a live flaying of the psyche, all while paper-thin strips of flesh are continually peeled from your fingers until they snap off somewhere on your body. You can't tell the difference between blood, sweat, and tears because they all taste of exhaustion. Hours bleed into days, which bleed into months, yet deadlines somehow still blare like neon signs in a cyberpunk city, or were they pop-up advertisements, who knows. Supersonic, narcotic, necrosis, fibrosis. Your definition of sleep loosens, you're not even sure if it really exists. Many will smirk, doubt you, prepare you for failure, tell you it is unsustainable, yet you pull off unfathomable "miracles" by the skin of your teeth because you have to be innovatively resourceful. You lose face, your ego is both in the pits of hell and equally stapled back in under your diaphragm because you accept no other option, because you back yourself that much, because if it makes sense to you, that is all that matters. You cough up half-swallowed exhales, unsure if it is relief or anticipation, because that is what it takes to speed-run and excel. And when you arrive, you are warmly congratulated and greeted with how "lucky" you are, which makes you laugh because if only they knew.
Arguing with you shows how much I value you, because your opinion matters enough for me to pour my time and energy into you. Many have wanted to be in the position of doing battle with me to sharpen themselves, rebel and feel important. I deny them all. But to you, I gave myself.