It's amazing how small of a window in which things actually matter

[assuming..]

Here you have a group of 30 and 40 somethings, who've all hit millions (poster is a billionaire). They can buy all the luxury clothes/artsy designs, throw all the parties, rack up all the luxury vacations and travel experiences, fuck whoever, buy the best musical equipment to make worthless art, get whatever surgeries and procedures, act like you're having so much fun.... and yet, no one cares. We get it, you're in your 30s you "finally have money to do what you want now!!". You blowing the proceeds of your 20s grind on a bunch of material possessions that all just blur into one another now that you're old is not special. Or the least bit impressive. You were supposed to have it when you were young. At this point it just looks like hollow weightless accumulation. You no longer represent the future. Just a movie rolling the credits that people hate to stick around for