I exist only in 2 extremes, 2 thresholds, 2 ends of a spectrums. I want to be so rich I reek of the stench of banknotes. Wads and wads of filthy banknotes. So rich and iconic that Kate spade or Mulberry christens a bag after me. That I'll have immediate access to any VIP event/table/lounge... Anyth marked with these three letters, synonymous to my name. I want to be rich. 

Yet at the same time money does not matter to me. I am completely willing to live on minimum salary at sea or overseas , anywhere but here writing and writing and writing till my hands ache, till my ink bleeds dry. 

But if I were to choose between the 2 of course I'd rather be rich in fact I'm willing to take up business and finance just to become a stockbroker (watching too much of WOWS) but that would be the ultimate self betrayal but one day i strive to be rich, so much so it's slowly becoming my life motto: get rich or die trying