We are all force to play Fog Games

01-10-2026

We are all forced to play a version of Squid Game the moment we spawn into this simulation.

Not because we sign up for it. Not because we understand it. But because money becomes required long before awareness ever does.

When we are born, I do not think most parents stop and think, one day my kid is going to have to make decisions they do not want to make just to survive financially. They are thinking about love, safety, keeping the lights on, and doing the best they can. Not the reality that eventually, their kid will be dropped into a money game with no instructions and no opt out button.

That realization did not hit me all at once. It crept in.

Because once you grow up, almost everything in life funnels into one question.

How do I make more money to pay my bills and keep up with my lifestyle?

The moment that question shows up, something changes. A decision tree opens. Options appear everywhere. But most of them are not choices in the way we like to think about choice. They are reactions. They are pressure.

People chase money because rent does not wait. Because debt keeps moving even when you are doing everything right. Because one bad medical moment can wipe out years of discipline. Because time off feels unsafe unless it is paid. Because being broke feels dangerous. Because money buys choices, and without it, life feels like asking permission. Because working forever feels like a slow death no one wants to admit out loud. Because freedom has a price now, and the number keeps going up.

And once that pressure settles in, people start moving in ways they never thought they would.

They take jobs they hate just to stay above water. They trade time for money until days blur together and years disappear. They chase raises that vanish straight into bills. They go to school not because they are curious, but because they are hoping it leads to a bigger paycheck and a little less fear.

Some stay in relationships they have already outgrown because leaving would blow up their finances. Some sleep with people they do not really want, not out of desire, but because security, access, or opportunity is tied to it. Others sell drugs. Or sell silence. Or sell loyalty. Or sell pieces of themselves in whatever form the market happens to reward. They scam people, tell white lies, and drop their integrity just to make a quick dollar and keep their lifestyle going.

Not because they are bad people.

Because the game does not let you stand still.

This is not greed. It is survival in a system where money works like oxygen.

Fog Games is not violent in the obvious way. Nobody is getting shot. But lives are still being squeezed, redirected, and quietly consumed. Most people do not lose right away. They just stay in the game forever.

They run the hamster wheel until time runs out, confusing endurance with progress.

That is why Fog Games exists in every human that chases money.

Not to shame anyone. Not to sell some fake escape story.

Just to name the game everyone already feels trapped inside, but rarely says out loud.

The truth is, the only way to win Fog Games is to gain financial independence. To get rich as fuck so that you are no longer forced to take commands from people you do not respect.

The real reason to get rich has nothing to do with big houses, expensive cars, luxury vacations, or brand name clothes. All of that is noise. Distractions that keep people chasing instead of seeing clearly.

The real reason to get rich is independence.

It is the ability to say no to your boss without fear. To disagree with coworkers without worrying about consequences. To walk away from pointless meetings, fake smiles, and people who drain you. To choose who you give your time, energy, and attention to. To remove toxic people from your life without your income being held hostage.

Money does not buy happiness. But it does buy distance from bullshit.

And sometimes, that distance is the difference between living your life and just surviving it.

50 cent was right the whole time. Get rich or die trying.