Save, you fool

Save, you hear?
Start investing. Buy ETFs. Take care of your future.
Don’t buy coffee out.
Don’t eat avocados.
Don’t complain you’re broke, just stop spending.
Pull yourself together. You’re the problem.

Not the system. Not wages. Not the cost of living.
Just you and your inability to deny yourself pleasure.

That’s today’s message.
It convinces you that your poverty is a lifestyle.
That you don’t have savings because you’re “immature.”
Because you “lack discipline.”
Because “you don’t educate yourself financially.”

But how the fuck are you supposed to educate yourself when you’re falling asleep from exhaustion?
How are you supposed to save when most people are juggling bills to not end up on the street?
How are you supposed to plan the future when you don’t know if you’ll survive till the next transfer?

“Financial independence.”
A beautiful slogan.
Especially when you hear it from an influencer in an apartment sponsored by a sponsor.
Or from a coach who inherited a flat and never had to fight for rent.

You, on the other hand, can have a “budget.”
You can make shopping lists.
You can clip coupons, hunt for discounts, stick to a plan.
And then life comes and fucks you without asking:
a broken tooth, an unexpected bill, job loss, rent hike.
Your whole “financial independence” collapses like a house of cards. Because it was an illusion.

The system doesn’t want you independent.
It wants you just indebted enough, tired enough, and dependent enough.
That’s when you’re the best kind of citizen: passive, docile, obedient.
Busy calculating whether you can afford cheese.
And too exhausted to rebel.

So the next time someone tells you to save – smile.
Think how grotesque it all is.
And then do what you must to survive.
Because in this world, that’s already an act of revolution.