So that one fine day, when I go

Today, I lost my cousin mama ji.
He was in his 60s.
I wasn’t very close to him, but he genuinely loved all three of us.

He had a paralytic attack a few years ago.
He recovered from it.
Yesterday, he had another one… and this time, he couldn’t make it.

He never really took care of himself.
He had almost no money and carried a lot of stress.

Money doesn’t just help you take care of yourself—it helps you take care of everyone who matters to you.

My mother is the eldest among her siblings, yet she was three years younger than him.
She’s in much better health and probably has more years ahead, simply because we are relatively wealthy and spend on our health.

Had we not been financially better off, we might’ve ended up in the same situation.
95% of my maternal family is still stuck in that lifestyle.

On the contrary, I want to be a billionaire.
By the standards of my background and people around me, this dream makes no sense.
People often say, “Your dreams will cost you a lot in life.”

I’m ready to pay that price.
It’s far better to live on your own terms and die trying to make your dream come true.
At least then, the outcome will be worth it.

One more thing—
I’ve been delaying gratification for so long.
Maybe it’s time I start living a little.

Here’s what I’m thinking:
I’ll work like crazy for 7 days straight—no distractions, full focus.
Then the next 7 days? I’ll party, travel, meet people, and eat amazing food.
Then repeat: 7 days of beast mode, followed by 7 days of joy.

I think this could be one of the solutions.
I don’t want to keep delaying life experiences.
I’m lucky to have this freedom, and I need to start taking it seriously.

So that one fine day, when I go... I would be happy to make those choices.