You know, when I think back about the person that I was a long time ago, I wonder how I managed to become the person that I am today, and I don’t see that as an exaggeration.
I used to be the kind of person who would dream of becoming an investment banker – that’s the kind of person that I was; I would imagine how it would look like when I ended up working for 12, 13, 14, 15 hours a day, thinking to myself that that was the ideal.
But no, that wasn’t how things turned out.
I changed.
I became someone who wanted to make things happen for himself, to create something from the fabric of essentially nothing.
Why that is? Maybe it was a combination of different things – a combination of watching narcissism and the incessant desire to compare disappear, a sense of entitlement that placed me beyond others fading away, and a few other things that were tied to my identity and who I was in the past.
I’m very happy with the person I’ve become 🙂
