Here’s the thing no one tells you about having a fortune that shows up out of nowhere: you don’t trust it. Not really.
The money doesn’t arrive every day. Some mornings I open my account, expecting that magical bump, and… nothing. Just the same numbers staring back at me like, “Did you really think this was going to happen again?”
Other mornings, it’s like the universe sneezed stardust, and suddenly my balance sparkles with more. It shows up often – more days than not – but never predictably. And that unpredictability plants the seed of doubt.
What if one day the Cosmic Piggy Bank decides I’ve had enough?
What if the stardust stream dries up?
What if this was never meant to last, and I wake up tomorrow to find the joke is over?
It’s strange to live with too much money and still feel fear. Strange to be flooded with abundance and still worry it will all disappear. You’d think wealth would cure uncertainty, but it doesn’t. It just changes the shape of it.
Because here’s the truth: humans crave certainty. We crave guarantees, schedules, rules, and maps. We want to know the when, the how, the “what next.” But the Cosmic Piggy Bank doesn’t play by those rules. It doesn’t leave instructions, it doesn’t run on a calendar. It trickles when it wants, laughs when it wants, and leaves me sitting here, half-delighted and half-uneasy, wondering what comes next.
Maybe that’s the real lesson. The magic was never about the money itself. The magic is in learning to live with the “what ifs.” In laughing at the uncertainty. In watching myself dream bigger on the days the coins fall, and dig deeper into my own resilience on the days they don’t.
So yes, I still wonder. I still ask, What if it stops? What if this was just a season of folly and fortune? But even if it does, I can’t unsee what it’s given me already – the relief, the laughter, the freedom to imagine a life that doesn’t always make sense.
And maybe that’s enough. Maybe that’s the real fortune, whether the Cosmic Piggy Bank keeps paying out… or not.
