this is real, this is me.

Now as i sit on the stone-metal monument outside my institution, the shady facade of the leaves canopy mask the sunlight as the sun rays fall lightly onto my face and shine into my eyes. The weather was undoubtedly serene. I lift my cigarette and gasp more nicotine into my already-black lungs.

I witnessed to many expensive cars on the road. BMWs, Lexus, Porshes and abounding more models. Mostly driven by agely people, otherwise I dont think much young graduates have the ability to substain the payments of a luxury car.

Actually I'm jealous and angry everytime I identify such automobiles on the road. I'm jealous because I know I have the ability to compass such a establishment, but not now. Zhi Hao says I shouldnt be envious of what other people have, otherwise it would mean that I allowed other people or objects to define who I was.

That set me wondering : From my life changing incident I knew that I was an effable chameleon, a genial man that can create fast with everybody and anybody. Some portray my conciliatoriness as being fake, but if anyone knows me, they would be able to see how well i socialise.

I'm already 23. I've got no savings YET. No girlfriend YET. No stock achievement awards YET. No trading peak medals YET. No career YET. No degree YET. No masters YET. No car YET. No thousands in my bank account. No businnesses in my name YET. No first million YET. No condo YET. No BMW YET. No clients YET. No recognition for anything recognisable YET. NO NOTHING. But, of all, the keyword is, YET.

WATCH ME.

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