So I asked my mother to help me write two essays for summer school and she basically told me to go fuck myself! Well guess what grade I got on both essays, 100% on both by myself! Love you mother!
I remember talk to a man at a party about what I wanted to become when I grow up. When I asked him what he does, he says that he was a builder with a smile on his face. I was raised to believe being a builder is low class so I asked him why he had a smile on his face to have such a low paying job. His reply will stay with me for the rest of my life. He said, “I know the pay is not great and the work is hard, but it makes me happy to think that I am build memories for these families and that puts a smile on my face. That is what gets me up in the morning!”. I have been hard-wired into thinking that is I make millions that that means I am the happiest man on the face of the earth. But it is doing what you love make you feel forever young!
But it doesn’t say where!