"I can't afford it" is the most expensive anesthetic. It allows you to comfortably accept mediocrity, shrugging your shoulders: there's nothing you can do, it's just how life is. This isn't helplessness; it's "thinking and lying flat." With a single statement, you personally close the door to possibilities, then comfortably lie in the cradle of the "victim" and sleep soundly. Meanwhile, "How can I afford it" is a thorny whip. It lashes at your nerves, forcing your brain to overclock, to squeeze out potential, to find that seemingly impossible gap. The logic of the wealthy is extremely simple: in this world, there is no such thing as an absolute "can't buy," only a difficult problem of "haven't figured out how yet." The fundamental difference between the poor and the rich is not the thickness of the cash in their pockets, but whether, when facing desires, you are used to sentencing yourself to death or used to finding a way to survive.