I live on a ranch. It was a bucket list item, one that derived from genetics and centuries of family farmers and ranchers. I have 3 neighbors—each own property worth north of $1,500,000.
One neighbor started a company that sold metal pipes. He eventually sold his company and bought the ranch with the proceeds.
Another neighbor bought the land when it was considered “outside” of city limits or country. He had the foresight to buy the property while it was cheap. He is now a millionaire because he was the first in line.
The last neighbor owns a company that manufactures cement boxes that house underground electric lines. He purchased the ranch from the profits of his current business and lives there on the weekends.
You go to school and teachers tell you to be a lawyer or doctor—fancy! You start a company, and you want to be Facebook or Steve Jobs—impressive!
My neighbors and I did nothing fancy or impressive. We sold metal pipe, got in line first, made cement boxes, and offered outsourced sales and marketing, yet each are now millionaires with beautiful ranches on a river.