Perhaps I Shouldn’t Ask for Too Much More from My Life?
In the end, I couldn’t rein in my excessive spending on PixAI or the money I was wasting on alcohol, so I reluctantly decided to sell some of my shares. Since they’re worth more than I originally paid, I suppose it counts as taking profits. (I didn’t buy them through a NISA account, so some of the proceeds will go toward taxes.) For the moment, I can rest easy because I’ve kept the money for my trip to Germany in a time deposit. Still, I can’t let my guard down when there’s no telling how much fuel prices may rise. I was born during Japan’s economic bubble, in a country that had remained at peace since the Pacific War. Even now, as the number of working poor continues to rise in Japan, people like us still maintain a reasonably high standard of living. I ought to give back as much of that good fortune as I can, but my own weaknesses make it difficult. Even if I tried to give back through physical labor, my mental endurance is far below that of most people. (If I were told to clear rubb...