I don't give a shit about the cost of the Bezos-Sanchez wedding
I saw a post on social media this morning that explained that, ratio-wise, Jeff Bezos’s $50M Venetian wedding put a dent in his wallet equivalent to $32 for the average middle-income family. It was followed by a slide that read “TAX THE RICH”.
Personally, I think that if that is indeed true, Bezos is to be commended for his financial restraint. Like, he’s kinda looking like a cheapskate now.
But on a more serious note, I do not care—like, I really, really, deeply DO NOT care—what a billionaire decides to do with his money, so long as it’s not blowing up shit or hurting people. And let’s be real, men like Bezos hold an astonishing amount of power in the form of just about limitless money. The fact that he chose to throw a party? In Venice? Dude, if I were a billionaire, I’d do the same!
Here’s the thing: I don’t believe the rich have a moral obligation to help me. Or anybody. Because if I did, that would mean my core paradigm is one of expecting others to fix my life. That I am somehow entitled to someone else’s wealth, simply because I have less. This is both incorrect and supremely unhelpful, because it is the very opposite of empowering. Instead, I believe each of us has a moral obligation to make something of our life. Because by making something of our life, we are our best selves—and this inevitably impacts the world positively.
Complaining about billionaires? Well, that’s the first reason you’re not rich. You can’t become the thing you profess to despise. It’s also a freaking waste of energy that you could be pouring into far more fruitful endeavours (whatever that looks like to you).
I know this, because I too have had my fair share of tax-induced rage since starting a business. Our tax system sucks. It’s too complicated, there are too many taxes, and it hurts the people who need money the most. Besides my heinous amount of student debt, the only other debt I have is tax, and it’s a number I don’t like to think about. But I can either sit around and bitch about it, or I can find a way to make more money. Come out on top. Make the best of a bad deal.
I know which one I’m choosing. And honestly, it requires quite a bit of energy and focus.
So forgive me if I don’t give a shit about what a bald dude spent to have a bit of fun. I’m busy making a life here, and you should be doing the same.