Some teen-ended-numbers years ago, I still remember wanting to be a doctor. Why? Saving lives wasn't the motivation, nor the big pay doctors get. Kids want things they think is fun. At the end, I turned out to be struggling in the IT industry, that is after wanting to be a programmer and then Prime Minister.....and maybe a rockstar.. How old was I when I could figure out what I want to be for maybe 30% of my lifetime? Frankly, I'm even not sure now. Choices are always there, but what good is a choice if none of them are able to be dedicatable. Choices are hard, even harder when we have too much of them. Sometimes, I prefer someone choosing how my life would go. Because if I were to make the options, I would make only one-I don't want to grow up. Feed me, love me, and leave me with money...Then I'm sure to be fine...
I'm lost in my own life.
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