They Want Superman, And That’s Not Me
Everyone wants you to save the world. To find the gap in the market, fill the needs of the people, and make it all look like some heroic climb from humble beginnings. Cute story, right?
But let me say this plain: I am not Superman. That fairytale, military-complex, cape-wearing trope can go fight climate collapse solo, unpaid, if that’s the fantasy.
I thought after all the marching, protesting, activism, and empty chants of hope and make America great again that folks would actually be ready. Ready to do the work, ready to shift power, ready to move beyond slogans. But they’re not. And maybe they weren’t.
Oh well. Ship sailed. Still mine. All mine. Cosign, cosign.
I move differently. I pull up in yachts so big, the system scrambles to fine me for existing outside the boundaries they drew. That’s when I know I’m right where I’m supposed to be. Not in their hero story, but in my own sovereign self governing economy.
And what does that mean? My economy is built on strategy, discipline, and vision and not capes and savior fantasies. It’s knowing how money flows, how assets multiply, how to flip scarcity into leverage. It’s making sure that while others wait for Superman, I’m already restructuring the rules of the game.
Because let’s be real. If you don’t learn economics today, you’ll spend your whole life clapping for capes tomorrow. You’ll keep waiting for someone else to swoop in, instead of realizing that wealth, power, and freedom are systems you can build yourself.
And me? I’ve already decided. The bills take care of themselves. Not because I’m lucky, but because I engineered it that way. That’s the difference between living in a fantasy and living in reality. Between worshipping heroes and becoming untouchable and unstoppable.
Unstoppable because I don’t stop for the gatekeepers, the critics, or the systems designed to hold people hostage to hope. I don’t stop for distractions, for applause, or for permission. I don’t stop at survival when I was built for sovereignty.
What am I not stopping? Not stopping the exercise of my freedom. Not stopping the reimagining of power. Not stopping until wealth, ideas, and futures are no longer dictated by religious dogma, caped tropes, corporations, or false prophets.
I don’t stop because my work isn’t about saving the world. It’s about building one that can’t be taken from me. And that makes me unstoppable.
So while they’re still out here waiting for Superman, I’m already on my beach chair…Sean Carter Jack Sparrow style…rum dripping from the glass, laughter spilling over the waves, the whole scene moving like a song only I know the beat to. That’s my economy: pleasure and profit moving in rhythm, carrying me forward without end.
The ship sailed. Still mine. All mine. 🏴☠️🏁
