The Earth is a Giant Casino

01-14-2026

As I get older inside this thing we call the earth simulation, something strange has been happening to me:

my connections with people have become more real, more raw, more honest than ever before.

Somewhere along the way, I developed a superpower not one that gives you lasers or flight but something far rarer:

the ability to make people open up.

To break down their walls without force.

To make strangers feel like they’ve known me for years.

To understand people with the perfect mix of emotional intelligence, empathy, timing, silence, curiosity, and instinct.

I can read the room extremely well.

I can hear what people mean, not just what they say.

And because of that, I meet people faster than ever guys, girls, old, young, rich, poor, lost, found.

Every day feels like speed dating the entire human race.

I don’t judge.

I just listen.

And when you truly listen, people tell you who they are.

People trust you.

People reveal their private worlds the dreams they chase, the addictions they hide, the pain they bury, the victories they’re proud of, the versions of themselves no one else gets to see.

Through all these conversations, I’ve collected something more valuable than money:

data about the human experience.

Enough data to create what I call the Lance Algorithm the way I decode the world.

To be honest, it feels like a God given gift. A strange superpower wrapped inside a chaotic life.

And here’s the conclusion that all my data led me to:

The world is one giant casino.

If you live in the modern world…

if you use money…

if you wake up every day and try to “make it”…

then congratulations:

you have a one way ticket into the casino.

You can’t leave until you either get rich or break free from the matrix of desire, pressure, and survival. Getting off the perpetual hamster wheel of work, jobs, careers, hustling requires you to get rich as fuck otherwise you will always trade time for money.

Everything is a gamble.

Every decision is a bet.

Every relationship is a wager.

Every job is a slot machine.

Every dream is a dice roll.

But the biggest gamble of all the one nobody talks about honestly is having kids.

Each child is a lottery ticket.

Some kids grow into doctors, lawyers, engineers, entrepreneurs, mathematicians, leaders.

Some become teachers, chefs, nurses, athletes, musicians, servers, Uber drivers, good parents, quiet souls, gentle humans.

Some become addicts, autistic, crippled, retarded, criminals, manipulators, lost spirits, dreamers who never wake up.

Some become millionaires.

Some become burdens.

Some become blessings.

Some become both.

As a parent, you shape the ticket as much as you can love them, teach them, guide them but at the end of the day, that ticket has a life of its own.

And if your child goes down the wrong path?

You don’t just lose money.

You lose sleep.

You lose peace.

You lose versions of your own heart.

I know that because I was one of those “wrong” lottery tickets.

I was the kid who tore his mother’s heart into pieces.

Drug addict.

Compulsive gambler.

In and out of jail.

Selling drugs.

Running from police.

A fugitive of my own choices.

A storm inside a human body.

Every bad decision I made was a punch to my mother’s soul.

Every relapse was another piece of her heart shattering.

Every time the phone rang at night, she wondered if it was the call no parent ever wants.

And somehow somehow I survived.

I made it to 39.

My story is messy.

But it’s real.

It’s human.

And it’s proof that even the worst “lottery ticket” can rewrite its numbers but my story is still just at its infancy. When I reach my 80 or 90s I will really understand if I came to earth and created a winning hand in the earth casino. A life of full of happiness, minimal regrets, minimal self inflicted suffering, and hyper self awareness.

Don’t even get me started on who your parents and what family you are born into is an even bigger lottery. I will call that the lucky sperm bank club. I will save that for another day.