At age 23 I was one of the unhappiest young man in New York. I was selling motor trucks for a Living I didn't know what made a motor truck run that wasn't all: I didn't want to know. I despised  my job. I despised living in a cheap furnished room on west 56th street a room infested with Cockroaches. I still remember that I had a bunch of neckties hanging on the walls and when. I reached out every morning to get a fresh necktie the Cockroaches scattered in all direction despised having to eat in cheap dirty restaurant that were also probably infested with Cockroaches.

       I came home to my lonely room is each night with a sick headache-a headache bred and fed by disappointment worry bitterness and rebellion. I was rebelling because the dreams I had nourished back in my college days head turn into nightmares. Was this life? Was this the vital adventure which I had looked forward so eagerly? Was this all life ever mean to me- working at the job despised and with no hope for the future. I longed for a  leisure to read. I longed to Write the books I had dreams of writing back in my college days.

       I knew I have everything to gain and nothing to lose by giving up a job I  despised. I wasn't interested in making a lot of money, but I was interested in making lot of Living. In short, I had come to the Rubicon to the moment of decision which faces by most of young people they set out in life. So I made my decision and my decision completely altered my future. It had made my rest of life happy and rewording be on my Utopian aspiration.
         my decision was this: I would give up my work. I loathed since I had spent 4 years in studying teachers College in warrensburg, Missouri preparing to teach. I would make my living teaching adult classes in night schools. Then I would have my days free  to read books, prepare lectures write novels and short stories.  I wanted," to live to Write and Write to live".
      
                         - Dale Carnegie