Open letter to rowdy kids

Dear spoilt kids with rich parents, you hear me now and you hear me good!


  1. Your attitude and the way you treat your work and other people around you is a clear reflection of the fact that you haven't worked hard to get where you are. And we should never, read NEVER be arrogant about things to which we never contributed (natural beauty/intelligence, family money - the like). Be thankful and work on applying it somewhere useful.
  2. Remember that Karma is a bitch and the playing field will get leveled - the girl studying under the streetlight will kick your overly-protected ass when it comes to dealing with the real world. 
  3. 'I don't care because Puppaaa has money' attitude will sink you sooner than you can think. Money cannot replace hard/smart work. To sustain and grow the fortune you still have to work. 

So get your head out of the place where the sun doesn't shine and know that life has challenges - we fight, we grow, we learn. Suck it up and deal with it!

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