Everybody Wants to Rule the World (Except Me)
In the course of work, I’ve been reading up on biographies of a number of famous people who made it through hard work, sheer determination, and a willingness to buck the odds (what a job eh? reading during office hours and getting paid…). Their inspiring stories, often either a rags-to-riches or obscurity-to-fame type, has led countless people to think about being master of their own fate and captain of their soul. Upon reflection, I realized I had none of the qualities of a successful businessperson, so I guess as early as now, I must consign myself to a life of abject mediocrity. I was not born special. I didn’t come from a life of poverty so I don’t have that chip on my shoulder that makes me obsess over making it big. I did have some Kodak moments, including episodes running around the house without shorts on. However, that was more out of diaper rash rather than destitution. I wasn’t a product of nobility or rich people as well, so I don’t really have the drive to prove myself I