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Doctor, Lawyer, President.


Doctor, Lawyer, President.

What do you want to be when you grow up?

The question of the century.

She gives a random answer for the first few years.

Then more solid ones.

Doctor, Lawyer, President.

Solid because she started to understand the concept of money.

And start the common human journey of chasing it.

Before she could begin her journey, she realized an overarching goal.

The change in her answer rippled change throughout her entire life.

She no longer had an interest in things that weren't mentally or emotionally fulfilling.

Her "solid" answers no longer served her interest.

What do you want to be when you grow up?

"Happy"

 

 

 

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