Lottery: win a lot of money
DIY: do it yourself
Moneytree: doesn’t exist
Wishtree: tree with handwritten notes of well wishing tied to it with colorful yarn.
Oh I’m sorry. Have you already won? You already hold your winning ticket? 🙂
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This is a day by day guide to help you EVEN BEGIN to think about actually winning the lottery. I’m talking about the mega-million-bazillions here.
Day#1: BOOM Bitches! Yeah!
You won. Holy-Shit-Moment, yada-yada-yada. Write down the exact amount you won.
EZPZ right?
Well. Think about it and be realistic.
Seriously do this. I know you have a pen and paper nearby. This is going to be worth it, trust me. What do you have to lose? (only a true fortune, comfort, happiness, wealth, legacy, etcetera)
Done early? It’s ok move on to the next day ahead of time if you are ready to advance. Hurry up!!!
Day#2: Shit gets real.
Before everyone you have ever known finds out you won, you must figure out what-the-muther-fucking-hell are you supposed to do with all that money. Collect over the course of all those years? Or you take the money all upfront with the penalty? What will you invest into? What are your ideal dream life scenarios, where are your homes and what do you do? How much will you give to charity? How much to your Mother/Father/etc? How much to your closest friends? How will you spend your time once you’ve sobered up and gotten bored? Write it all down below the amount.
Day#4: It will have taken this long to have figured it out and to have perfected your exact plan. If you have written down, in real life, exactly what you would do, then you are serious about this and possess the will to succeed and achieve your dreams. Now with your original list at home and a copy with you, you go to cash in your ticket. Your plan goes to shit because as soon as you redeem your ticket in the store, you are shot by the clerk as you hand over the ticket. You never saw the gun, it looked exactly like a camera.
Day#37: you wake up.
All of your family is dead.
After the news story on Fox5, your place was filled with all your friends and family having a get together when the news helicopter backed into a cellphone tower and landed on your front lawn, sliding into your living room and exploding.
Day#42: you leave the hospital.
You find a place and immediately eat a hamburger.
You go to the bathroom and immediately throw up.
There is a lottery ticket behind the toilet and you can tell some dumbass dropped a winning ticket. You wretch again and again. You wash up and walk straight-the-fuck out.
Day#42.5: you find a pencil with an eraser and some fresh paper.
You write down your ideas for a business. Exactly how you’ll earn cash on day number forty-three. Exactly what supplies you’ll need. The exact location. How much food and water you will need, and transportation. Everything can be written down. Anything can be written down and sketched out.
Day#43: you liquidate everything you needed to (including the winning ticket from behind the toilet that you put into a ziplock baggie because you never pass up a little help even if it is from your enemies. fuck them, take their shit.) And you get the sum you need to buy your business’s name and for your own two feet to hit the pavement.
You make your money, not as much as you hoped. But you have the peoples contact info and a few other people that traded info.
Day#365: One year will have past from the time you read about day one.
You will own your own business. You will have a ton of new friends and fellow business-compatriots. Enough to bounce ideas off of and start new collaborations, as well as continue earning money doing your day job which is your own business which your new friends and customers are helping you to carry on with.
Day #366: You notice that actually all your family and friends are not dead and that you never won the original sum you wrote down. But you find that only certain friends and family members are really worth spending time with and all the rest you have kindly ignored. You see the value in always being polite, to kill them with kindness. You see how doing so can reveal their true intentions. You can see how some of them still struggle and pay hard earned money for a rigged game they do not fully understand.
We all have the dream. We don’t all have a custom plan, that’s been revised counted less times and is still not perfect even now at day number, today’s date.
On what day will you realize you don’t need all your copies of your business model and you hand it to a homeless person on the same street you started out on…
On what day will you realize you don’t need to seek money, that instead money finds you because you do what you love doing so well because you’ve done it long enough to become a master. A student and a master, practicing all the various things there are to do and love.
-Mark Weathers 2014-07-31-23:17
