He looked up one day from his computer screen, and across
the room of his spacious office, his eyes falling upon the proofs of his
accomplishments: his various honors, diplomas, and degrees. And he sighed,
because he had traded in his first love for the dreams forged by another person.
He altered his plans and built goals to suit his wallet rather than his heart.
And then one cold December day, he realized that he had achieved everything he
ever wanted, only to realize that he never actually wanted any of this at all.
He didn't want money, only enough to live. But people had
told him that he needed it.
He didn't want prosperity, not the kind that he now had, the
kind that made him miserable.
He didn't want acclaim, but he had been told that it would
make him happy.
So today he sits in an office, his soul tied up in his
chest, waiting for 5:00 before it was allowed to soar again. And he wonders
what it would have been like if he had followed his heart and done exactly what
he pleased. Would he have failed? Maybe. But knowing that he had tried, might
make up for it. At least, this is what he told himself. But…Is it too late now?
Maybe not.
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