Do you remember yourself at 10? maybe at 15? In that age of maximalism what did you want to be?

Office worker? Waiter? Maybe stylist?

I wanted to be scientist, and my ego was suggesting me many many scenarios of how it can be made. But here I am at 22, by far the way I wanted myself to be.

Did you betray yourself as well?

How are you living with this, traitor?

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