The Wangs vs. the World

by Jade Chang

In a way, finance was even better than art. It was nothing but an expression of potential, of power, of our present moment in time, and existed only because a group of people collectively agreed that it should exist. Out of nothing but a shared conviction was born a system that could run the world. It was beautiful and terrible.

But we can only ever see the world through our own half-blind eyes, set in our own stupid heads, backed by our own self-obsessed brains,

Love was supposed to be a by-product of a life well lived, not the goal.

And this is what she’d realized: Everything she’d been taught was wrong.

Love saves you, as long as there’s a you to be saved.

It wasn’t the rich who were imprisoned by their possessions, it was the poor.

Worrying, Saina realized, was a luxury in itself. The luxury of purpose.

The people of the world could be divided into two groups: those who used all of their chances, and those who stood still through opportunity after opportunity, waiting for a moment that would never be perfect.