Every market cycle creates its own religion. The dot-com bubble had internet traffic. The housing bubble had “real estate always goes up.” Crypto had laser eyes and emotionally unstable billionaires tweeting frog memes at 3 a.m. And now? Now we have AI chips. Which means the modern investor has transformed into a caffeinated techno-prophet screaming “DATA CENTER DEMAND” while staring at candlestick charts like they’re decoding the Dead Sea Scrolls. I get it. The numbers are insane. Stocks doubling in months. Market caps exploding into the trillions. Retail investors suddenly speaking fluent semiconductor terminology after watching four YouTube videos and surviving one earnings call. Everyone wants to know the same thing right now: “Is it finally time to sell?” And honestly, I think that question alone reveals how psychologically broken most investors become during momentum markets. Because people don’t actually know how to handle success. Losses feel painful. But gains...
There’s something deeply seductive about the idea of getting paid for existing. Not working. Not clocking in. Not smiling through another soul-draining Zoom meeting while pretending Brad’s “quick update” isn’t slowly murdering your will to live. Just waking up, checking your account, and seeing money appear because somewhere, somehow, your investments kept doing their little capitalist photosynthesis routine overnight. That’s the fantasy dividend investing sells: money that quietly breeds more money while you sit there eating cereal in sweatpants wondering whether humanity peaked before smartphones. And honestly? I get it. Because modern work culture has turned millions of people into emotionally exhausted productivity hamsters sprinting inside corporate wheels that somehow move faster every year while paying proportionally less in psychological dignity. People aren’t obsessed with passive income because they’re lazy. They’re obsessed with passive income because they’re tire...