My memories are the only things I value anymore, as all the material objects in the world have not made me a better person. Thinking back to my youth, I can remember having no real ambition, jut hoping to accomplish what most everyone with any influence on me thought was "The American Dream." I never even knew what that was now that I think about it. But I still tried chasing something that wasn't there. I did what everyone said: got good grades, and a scholarship[] to a 4-year state u

Being a conceited and arrogant young man, I knew I was mature in my mind, but I was still lacking in the heart. I spent the next era of my life crawling my way up the corporate ladder, living wherever I could afford on insignificant entry-level pay. I never felt the need to marry, fearing commitment would only bring pain later [] in life. Even though most people would consider this life empty and worthless, I found it to be highly enjoyable, as I knew that my future looked extremely bright and promising.

I knew I finally made it in the real world when I was able to buy a multi story house in a high-class neighborhood while at the same time knowing I made more money in a week than some people did in a year. It was an indescribable feeling to be able to carelessly buy objects in the 7-digit price range without having to worry about debt or mortgage. I was able to do everything that I had ever wanted to do as a younger person such as skydive, race a highly e

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