Imagine telling someone in 1999…
The year is 2026.
The President is Donald Trump in his second non consecutive term.
The richest man in the world is PayPal cofounder Elon Musk… but not because of fintech or Paypal. Because of rockets, electric cars, AI, satellites, brain chips and something called “Boring Company”.
Apple is worth trillions but its main business isn’t computers… its selling glass rectangles everyone stares at for 9 hours a day.
People don’t watch TV. They watch teenagers explain geopolitics, finance, and relationship advice in ~60 second videos.
The biggest taxi company owns no taxis.
The biggest hotel company owns no hotels.
The most powerful media companies are social networks where everyone argues with strangers for free.
Kids are making millions filming themselves playing video games.
AI Robots write emails, code, legal memos, songs, essays, and breakup texts.
The internet is mostly bots arguing with humans who are trying to prove they aren’t bots.
You can summon a car, groceries, a doctor, a date, a private jet, or a dog walker from your phone.
People pay real money for invisible currencies, digital monkeys, AI girlfriends and pictures that disappear after 24 hours.
The richest companies in the world don’t sell oil, steel, or cars. They sell attention, compute, data, and addiction.
And somehow, after all of that everyone is still using Excel.
I met this MF outside a private club in London.
No Lamborghini.
No Gucci.
No Rolex.
Just a navy coat and a tired face.
My friend whispered, "That guy cleared 8 figures last year."
I thought he was joking.
I walked over anyway.
He traded futures.
I asked what he made.
"$11.7 million last year."
I asked his win rate.
"42%."
I said, "That's terrible."
He smiled.
"Exactly."
Then... he ordered another coffee.
Not whiskey.
Coffee.
I asked what changed his life.
He said, "I stopped caring about predictions."
I asked for advice.
He leaned closer.
"Never risk 1%."
I blinked.
Every book says 1% to 2%.
He shook his head.
"I risk 20 basis points."
That's 0.20%.
I laughed.
He didn't.
"I'd rather miss 1,000 trades than blow up once."
Then... he gave me the ugly part.
"Most retail traders should trade 4 times less."
I said that sounded weak.
He shrugged.
"Weak men need action. Rich men need odds."
I asked how many trades he took.
"Maybe 7 a month."
Then... he dropped the line I still remember.
"If you're excited to enter a trade, it's probably too big."
I asked for his secret.
He put on his coat.
"No secret."
He looked me dead in the eyes.
"The money came when I accepted that I have no idea what happens next."
Then... he left.
The bill came.
He had tipped £500.
Not even joking.
£500.
A coffee worth £500.
That's the level of wealth I need.
This conversation will live rent-free in my head until the day I die.
When LA Knight pays tribute to Bray Wyatt by saying his "RUN" catchphrase.
The way Knight says "Run" gives me chills, he even sounds exactly like Bray... 🕊️❤️
Do not use your energy to worry. Life is too short to worry about stupid things.
Have fun. Fall in love. Regret nothing and do not let people bring you down.
Study, think, create and grow. Teach yourself and teach others.
—Professor Richard Feynman
Laughter is anti-inflammatory. Crying is regulating. Hugging is immunoprotective. Singing is vagal toning. Dancing is neurogenic.
Joy is a biological necessity.