Yep they think when the get old they are going to be the recipient of some of that Free S..tuff and that you're just a sucker!
There is definitely a balance between "save for the future" and "enjoy the now".
I lost plenty of friends at young ages, flying fighters just works out that way, and I know that most of them enjoyed their lives. They didn't live an ascetic, miserable life to have huge piles of money...and many of them who are still with us are doing quite well, because, 25+ years later, their investments; in themselves, their businesses, their careers, and in various financial instruments, have all had the time to pay off.
But finding that balance, between planning for the future, and living now, is the very essence of financial planning.
It must be done early, and it must be done with commitment.
Another anecdote (aside from my big investing mistakes) - in 1991, I was a young fighter pilot, just returned from combat. Tax-free pay (not all of it, that's another story), and I was driving...a...
Ivy green 1970 Ford Fairlane Station Wagon that I had inherited.
What I saved driving that old bomb was how I funded my early investing. Sure, the wagon lacked the panache of most of the Corvettes, Camaros, even Porsches and Mercedes, that many of my contemporaries enjoyed.
In fact, the wagon also lacked air conditioning, power steering, power windows, power locks, or even FM radio, but it saved me a car payment in those days, money that I used to build a future...not perfectly mind, you, and I lost money on a few things (as I posted above), making it even harder to "stay the course" on investing for the future.
"Why should I be driving this old heap when all my friends, who make precisely what I do, drive such cool cars?" was the question that kept coming to mind, particularly when I lost money on things like Neuberger Berman"s awful fund.
I sure felt like a sucker then.
Fast forward 25 years. Summer, 2015, I was driving a 1990 Toyota 4 Runner. It had AC, but not a complete coat of paint (rust) or complete bumpers (rust, again)....and the same question arose, "why this old heap? Everyone else has a way cooler car than I do..."
Only, that summer, as my wife and I crossed a critical threshold in investing, and were realizing the results of decades of hard work and planning, I didn't feel like a sucker at all. Sure, lots of folks had a nicer ride than I did...so what? I knew, beyond a doubt, that none of them had a portfolio like mine...and while people might make (completely erroneous) assumptions about me and my net worth, I didn't care one bit...