By the time I was 33, I had two degrees, had done four years in the Army as a tanker and then tank NCO, three more years as a commissioned officer, learned two additional languages and a lot of words and phrases from a couple of others, had a wife and two kids, and had lived for extended periods in Europe and the Mid-east...also failed at a couple of things and moved on to other things. And I never thought of myself as a go-getter, but compared to him I'm a frickin' Werner von Btaun.
I was 33 years old so long ago I forget what I was doing when I was that age; I'd long before gotten a useless college degree (on purpose; I was a kid, and detested the idea of college so much I
wanted to fail), but had been paying my own way through life for 16 years by that time. I had worked a lot of different sorts of jobs, ranging from accounting to supervision to retail to property management, none of them especially lucrative, but more than good enough to keep me off the welfare rolls and not have to beg for money.
But unlike the gnomish Dave primitive, and most here, money had never been a prime motivator in this life. As long as I could support myself, I really didn't care. I wanted an exciting life, not a financially secure life. If I'd ever married and had children, well yes, I would have become
seriously interested in making money, lots and lots of money, but I didn't have that. I had just myself to worry about, and no heavy-duty financial responsibilities.
I dunno why I was never interested in money; I was just born that way.
Money's always nice, very nice, but if one doesn't have it, it's not the end of the world.
And for the illumination of the gnomish Dave primitive, as long as one can support oneself, life is good.