Virgo Sun Pisces Moon

Give the money away, like Dolly Parton, so that you never become one.

I don’t want to be the wife of someone in the Billionaire’s club.

I don’t want that life. It’s too much.

Give it all to any legit charity. Help every continent. Every year.

So many other corners of the world in need. Local charities. National charities. International charities. Divide it all up. Give it to them. Politicians are taking too long. Give to the charities immediately.

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“Billionaire Status” is simply not necessary.

I’m not judging Taylor or Selena for being part of their club. But that’s their lives, not ours.

I don’t feel safe if that is my status. Yes, I’m slightly traumatised. I don’t want to raise kids who have to live in fear of being kidnapped. I don’t know if that happens as much with “regular people” and their regular lives… I don’t know if it was because my very early childhood was in Asia. But I don’t want to raise child actors or actresses who have to learn lines about their parents — give them false truths so that others remain unsuspecting — I wouldn’t wish that childhood upon anyone. You took away their innocence, the moment you taught them to lie.

It was for their protection, yes. But that was the world and all its Shadows lurking.

“Stranger danger” is learning to defend yourself, in your own truth, as you are.

“Hidden stranger danger” is a whole other mind fuckery. — “Rich people’s problems” — Yes. The silent anxieties in their minds.

I wouldn’t wish it upon anyone. Not on any child. Not in those early years. Spare them, if you can. Keep them in their safe and happy bubbles for as long as you can. Raise them to feel normal, to feel grounded. That the world is a safe place, and you can trust and make friends. Real, genuine friends.

Fall in love. Live happily ever after. Raise better humans. And on and on and on…

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If you ever desire to be a Billionaire, we’re divorcing. I’m not yours. I’m not following you into that realm.

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Where’s the ceiling?

Eight hundred million. That’s enough. That’s a good number. Eight.

Enough.

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“So, I will need to give away two to three hundred million dollars every year?”

If that becomes your financial reality, yes.

I don’t even need to know about it.

That’s between you and older brother, and your spreadsheets. I don’t need to know those details.

I don’t even feel as comfortable, on that other side of five hundred million. It already feels too much. But you asked for a ceiling. That’s the maximum.

Below five hundred. Yes. That feels more… humble… as ridiculous as that sounds…

Combined valuation of all assets accounted for. Stay below five hundred. Comfortably.

You don’t need more “stuff”… Go fund some medical research. Go help humanity.

Toys should not cost more than ten million dollars. That’s ridiculous. I’m already being really, really generous with that number. It’s so far beyond necessary. All the mouths you could feed with ten million dollars, and I’m “allowing that” for toys, come on.

Set yourself a budget, when you’re away from me. Buy your own groceries for less than $100 a week. See if you can do it. (LOL jokes, no, you need the protein). Okay, less than $400 budget. And that’s enough. Even with all your calorie needs. That’s enough. You can stretch it. More than enough, so go do it.

Prove it. Show me the receipts.

(Sigh… yes, for this context, USD would be plenty. The budget parameters within USD). Whatever that is, in whatever currency of wherever you are in the world.

And if you have leftover money? Give it to charity.

Every week.