Mama never told me it would be like this.
But regular people did not.
Because my father always wanted to lift the end of the carpet, to uncover the truth.
As he told me more than once, “there are no miracles.”
Change is constant. Winners know this. And adjust on the fly.
Naked ambition is plentiful.
The smarts to pull it off?
Small time players want fame. They think if they get their name in the paper, they’ve won. I’ve never understood the people who allow their houses to be featured in the real estate section, even the multi-million dollar trophy homes in the “Wall Street Journal” “Mansion” section. And who can you trust? Your spouse? Your lover? Nobody?
You’ve got no real friends, it’s only business. And those who you’re not in business with, if they’ve got time for you at all, it’s only until it conflicts with their shot, because everybody’s hustling.
You need to be bigger than the game, live outside the law.
As do most of the winners in society. They don’t do what’s right, but what’s expedient. And the great unwashed buy the image, because they never get to meet the men and women they adore.
The winners write history. They see laws and morals as something to be bent.
You may not like it, but it’s the truth.