When I was five years old, my mother always told me that happiness was the key to life. When I went to school, they asked me what I wanted to be when I grew up. I wrote down “happy.” They told me that I didn’t understand the assignment; I told them that they didn’t understand life.
When I once shared a steamy fling with ignornace, failure forever became my ex. I am now married to resilience and have been in an affair with success. Determination took my virginity, but I had a child with progress who then fathered my dreams. But now, my heart belongs to motivation. Screw common-society association.