I don't know a single boy or a girl who didn't dream about saving, or better yet, taking over the world.
Some of us outgrew that. Some of us decided to live in the glorious twenty-something present, staying close to home with the same friends, same job, and same lifestyle. Others swore to never rest until they fulfilled their childhood fantasies. They wanted to be richer than the Sultan of Brunei, more famous than sliced bread, more powerful than the vagina.
But how many of us will actually achieve our dreams? How many of us will even come close? It's easy to psych yourself up, telling yourself you're destined for big things. If that's not enough, and you need some moral support, look no further than your parents. They will likely feed you all sorts of fortune cookie crap about how "if you put your mind to it, you can do anything!"
Well-- they're liars. It's ok though, because they're supposed to be. They're your parents. But what are we doing, lying to ourselves? How many years do we allow to go by before we finally realize, "gee, I guess I'm just another run-of-the-mill, tax-paying cog of the United States now." Will we ever admit failure?
If I don't become Emperor of North America, Prince of Vanuatu, and Lord-Protector of the Moon by at least 26, you can expect to find me at the local bar, trying to drown my quarter-life crisis in Don Julio Añejo.
Success is a four part solution: ambition, arrogance, hard work and luck. It seems I've only got two of those down pat; and despite my young age, I'm feeling the pressure already. In the next year or two, I've got to make some life-altering decisions regarding my career. We're talking some serious I-Better-Know-What-The-Fuck-I'm-Getting-Into stuff. Because my father warned against advertising one's ambitions, I'll refrain from the details.
The bottom-line, though: how long do I stay in the Air Force? How long do I wait until I can go back to the beautiful beaches, boobs, and burgers of California? And where the hell do I cram a marriage in all this?
Wait, what? I have to get married too? Aw, shit.
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Haven't you heard? We can get married now in California. Problem solved. We need to talk about those green socks though. You can't take over the world in those!
i think u need to add "realism and objectivity" to the method of obtaining success.
because no, we can't be anything we want.
but we can be anything realistic. and that's a lot.
Silly Carey. I'm saving myself for Katherine Heigl. She doesn't know we're getting married yet, but I'm sure she'll find the marriage proposal I wrote in blood on her bathroom mirror.
See, this is where I got to disagree, Chieh. I don't think the great ones are realistic or objective.
No, no. The truly great ones are irrational.
well i think realism goes back to arrogance/cobnfidence and ambition.
reality is a little different for all of us.
I heard she already got Knocked Up. Besides, won't the restraining order make the wedding difficult? I guess that may be true for you and me too. LOL
Im still living like i want to change the world. People always tell me that ill grow out of it, i see tons of people around me just falling off and getting their 'shit together.' Life like that is too boring for me, i hope i never get stuck like that.
i still hope i can make a difference with my clothes. Ill prob get old one day and tell you u were right. but having that attitude wont get you too far.
Dude, RFV! Don't listen to me being bitter. I was just getting "jaded" for a tad. I'm back to my idealistic self now.
Hey asshole, when you coming back home for a visit? Anytime in the summer?
- Ja-Hon
I don't know what you're talking about because I'm going to be emperor of the universe. i'll make sure to make you sub-emperor of north america or any other continent you wish.
aw james, i kinda miss ya buddy! hope things are going well in the desert. i'm moving to korea at the end of august to teach english for a year yay :) it's at this point that i wish i would have tried harder in the 1 series, oh well.
Ja-Hon, I should be back in a couple months.
No such thing as sub-emperor, Steve. Looks like I smell a coup, given you somehow become my imperial overlord.
I'm afraid you're going to have to give me some more clues to your identity, HJ.
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