About the only thing that haunts me these days is the Ghost of Gramps. Because it doesn’t matter if it’s managing a personal portfolio, deciding how much risk to take or take off, or just contemplating how to discipline my rowdy children…or better yet, choosing not to pause more than three seconds before ignoring and deleting every sexual solicitation I get these days because of a few screenshots of numbers.
Because for me, the fear of regret has always been a helluva lot stronger than the fear of failure or the desire for more—whether that be money, materialism, or some form of momentary escape. And maybe that’s why the words of my grandfather are always lingering in my mind.
Regardless, they’re a damn good reminder for anyone.
-Tweedle
