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I had a hard time in the beginning. My parents wanted me to exploit my business-nature, I wanted to pursue psychology and philosophy. Down the road it became ironic, that I of all people to ever come into existence, I - the preacher of the will, the radical and chaotic will, should kneel before the wishes of others. And what wishes! "Practical" wishes. "Everyone needs a living." It took a single hour of reflection, and I realized how wretched I am for even considering what my parents had in mind. Not all of us have "living" at the forefront of their every thought and consideration. Rather some of us care about...life. What matters mere living?
In present, if one would visit my university, one can find me to be one of the happiest students, doing what I am made to do: psychology and philosophy. Oh yes, I have a double major! I couldn't do otherwise...
What should someone else do? Further more...who cares? The weak will be weak, whether they pursue what they want or the want of someone else. It changes them not even in the slightest sense. I came to my senses because I came into my senses, even under pressure. If others can’t do it, maybe they should not do it, these weaklings…
For the past few months, I ceased giving advice, of course, as it is always the pathetic that needs it...
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