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Once an individual has successfully accumulated substantial capital, the foremost priority shifts to safeguarding its value—not just for personal benefit, but for the prosperity of future generations. Wealth preservation demands strategic foresight, disciplined financial stewardship, and a structured approach to mitigate risks such as inflation, market volatility, and regulatory changes. Beyond mere asset protection, true legacy planning involves ensuring that wealth remains a source of opportunity, stability, and growth for descendants, rather than a burden or point of contention. This requires a combination of prudent investment strategies, robust legal structures, and the cultivation of financial wisdom within the family itself.

2024.08.05

If somebody suddenly decides to hang himself, the only thing you can do is gift him a bar of high-quality soap to ease his suffering during this idiotic endeavor. Any other attempt to talk him out of it will—at best—be seen as an intrusion into his personal life or proof of your narcissistic need to flaunt your superiority over him yet again.

2025.01.17

Life is a casino - just be a winner!

2020/03/03

We tumble out of the mother's womb straight into a giant casino, where Life (Fate, God—call it whatever you like!) offers each of us endless ways to place our bets, take a gamble, and test our luck. Throughout our existence, we’re bombarded with opportunities, choices, and offers—and what we pick depends entirely on us.

Only a reckless few dare to play, hopping from table to table, sometimes risking everything they’ve got. Most end up losing spectacularly, exhausted by constant risk, punished for failed bets, and bitterly disillusioned by the time death calls. All that remains in their fading memory are a handful of seemingly random wins—fleeting flashes of past glory, months or even years when luck grinned at them with all thirty-two teeth.

A tiny minority of serial risk-takers—the ones who kept betting despite crushing losses—suddenly, inexplicably, hit the jackpot. These “lucky bastards” (as others call them) blossom with unimaginable colors, drowning in unforgettable experiences, joy, and pleasures. Meanwhile, onlookers clutch their chests in envy-induced angina, furiously condemning the winner for every sin imaginable—including their own poverty and failures. As if the winner’s only crime was daring to play while they stood there just watching…

The overwhelming majority, of course, prefer to spectate. They gawk at the “deranged gamblers” and cheer when the casino sweeps another player’s fortune off the table: “Serves you right! Should’ve kept your head down! Should’ve lived like the rest of us!”

These people never gamble. Never place a single bet. They cling to what they believe they’re owed—because they followed the rules. Did what their parents, teachers, and government told them. They sit quietly where they’re told: first at school desks, then at office chairs. They obey, pay taxes, and avoid trouble. Eventually, they pair up with another rule-follower, spawn kids, and teach them to never approach the tables—God forbid they risk straying onto “unknown paths with tracks of unseen beasts.”

Then, in old age—with the casino’s exit clearly in sight—this upstanding citizen slumps in a worn-out armchair (in a tiny apartment they spent decades paying off to some bank), glares at the news on their outdated TV, and fumes: “How the hell do those degenerates afford sports cars, villas, yachts, private jets, and supermodel secretaries?!”

Sometimes, deep in their soul, a nasty little worm of regret wriggles: What if I’d placed that bet? What if I’d chased those supermodels, driven those dream cars, seen those exotic lands beyond TV screens? But no—the worm is swiftly crushed by proper thoughts: the futility of desire, the beauty of duty, service to mankind, homeland, and family. Blah, blah, blah…

Yet, the closer death looms, the more that slimy little pest resurfaces, gnawing at their peace. And each time, it’s smothered again by morality, convention, and ideology. Not once will they admit the truth: "Maybe I should’ve risked it. Maybe I should’ve bet."

Because yes—if you play, you might lose everything.

But if you just sit in the corner and watch?

You’ve already lost.