Ah. So you spend the first two decades of your life being told that you’re special, that the future belongs to you.
Then, SPLAT! You hit the real world and realize JUST how low on the totem pole you are.
For many, it comes as crushing blow. “Where’s my trophy, dammit?”
But for a lucky few, it comes as a moment of joyous, amazing liberation.
Because now you don’t have to pretend anymore. Because all that’s left is for you is do , is to find something genuinely useful for other people, or face starvation.
Nothing like having a fire lit under your bottom to make you feel truly alive, right?