My dad retired at 59
I will not
He had a pension. I have a 401k I can barely fund.
He bought his house at 28.
I can't touch a down payment at 30.
He paid $90 a month for health insurance. I pay $430.
At dinner he told me I need to be smarter with money.
I nodded.
Didn't tell him his entire life was built on an economy that no longer exists.
Didn't tell him my generation is paying for his Social Security while ours gets gutted.
Didn't tell him the ladder he climbed got pulled up right after him.
Just passed the potatoes.
Make it make sense
I’m the wrong person to fold on. God didn’t build me to fold —
He built me to fight through it.
See, when the odds stack up against me, that’s when something in me wakes up.
Pressure don’t scare me — it introduces me.
Doubt don’t stop me — it fuels me.
I’ve been counted out before.
I’ve been laughed at before.
I’ve been told “it ain’t gon’ happen” more times than I can count.
But listen…
I don’t run when it get hard.
I don’t quit when it get uncomfortable.
I go harder.
Because God didn’t build me to fold —
He built me to fight through it.
So if the odds are against me?
Good.
That just mean I’m exactly where I do my best work.