Confessions of the Financier

What about love, friendship, and companionship? Aren’t they lost in the search for an opportunity?

Confessions of the Financier: We live in a brutal world, where the celebration of success comes at the cost of all those who struggle to find their way. I was supposed to speak about my journey away from the world of finance towards a reinvention of myself, but this is what came out instead: unruly, unstructured, insouciant, unapologetic. Take it or leave it.

We live in a world of too many words, too many images.  Obsessive Instagram posts, nudity as a sloppy attempt to increase the number of followers, in the desperate hope that those followers could satisfy starved egos first and become revenues after.

What about love, friendship, and companionship? Aren’t they lost in the search for an opportunity?

We live in a difficult world, swim or sink, but the swimming techniques have changed and we often find ourselves ill equipped to win at the  game. The more you adapt the better your chances are of succeeding.  Yet the more you adapt, the more you forget yourself, your identity, and what makes you unique.

We live in a fast world, no time for the development of feelings, the enjoyment of emotions, the elaboration of pain.

We live in a sensational world, with messages of hope and self-fulfilment, continuous reinforcement, messages aimed at shedding the fears and traveling towards unchartered territories while the bills keep coming.

We live in a brutal world, where the celebration of success comes at the cost of all those who struggle to find their way, where people don’t give you a second chance because they didn’t get any chances themselves; where the secret desire to see others fail in changing their lives and following their dreams is cutting the air louder than bombs.

We live in a predictable world, where everything has already been said, where we consume the obvious, where we run away from the controversial, excluding when the former is packaged in a profitable marketing strategy.

And here it is, I was supposed to speak about my journey away from the world of finance towards a reinvention of myself but this is what it came out today: unruly, unstructured, insouciant, unapologetic. Take it or leave it. At the end of the day, we’ll just be dust sooner than what we want to acknowledge.

 Confessions of the Financier: To Be Continued

Oliviero Rubini

Born in the South of Italy, in a gloriously decadent city with handsome men, sensual women, and no future for the ambitious, Oliviero Rubini spent his sheltered youth among the writers of a lost time and...