Elon Musk continues to encourage me weekly to do something crazy. According to him, my future is already guaranteed, my life is already won. “Don’t worry about money,” the multi-billionaire advises me. And I, emotionally wanting to convince myself, go over examples in my mind ranging from Fernando Pessoa to the renunciants of India, from Taleb to St. Francis of Assisi. Everything converges on the unreasonable act that, my own mind now tells me, if it proves to be unreasonable, will at least be courageous, stimulating, or, in the worst-case scenario, unique. “I’m going to go for it!,” I say to myself, knowing that I won’t be able to do it. Imagining how big the pile of my insignificant bills still to be paid would be, I can only smile at Elon Musk.