The rented life

You trade your hours for a salary. You build someone else's company. Thirty years in, you get a pension and a coffee mug with the company logo on it. You keep the mug.

Everyone calls this adulthood. It's just a bad deal you stopped noticing. Most people never notice. A whole life spent building things that belong to someone else.

There was a time when this was the only deal available. The few owned. The many worked for them. If you wanted to own, you needed a fortune to start, and most people simply didn't have one.

That constraint is lifting. When anyone with an idea can become an owner, the rented life stops being the only life. You can build something that's yours, and keep more than the mug.