We are born with a blank Slate, told we can be whatever we want to be, we're told that in our first year, our second year, our third year but then in our fourth year we're told you can be whatever you want to be, but wouldn't it be cool to dress like dad every day, and go to work. Then in our fifth year, we're told wouldn't it be great if you had enough money for two chocolates, instead of one. In our sixth year we're told wouldn't it be helpful if instead of going to the doctor you were the doctor, and now two decades later I'm told, well wouldn't it great to be a successful person with a striking career, enough money to support myself and a future family, with a great house in a big city, enough savings in the banks to take vacations, and a lifestyle that society could understand and accept so I wouldn't have to explain myself when someone asked me what I did.
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