I think we should always capitalise our names to give our beings due respect.
I was doing my usual dose of daydreaming, and today I was daydreaming about finding a cure for cancer. And when I was relishing the make believe glory, fame and wealth, thinking up really impactful things to say during interviews, and fabricating excerpts of my autobiography and articles on me, it struck me how odd the whole situation seemed. Somehow I felt like I was missing something to be happy over.
I was pretty much disappointed with myself when I realised what. The whole point on finding the cure for cancer is to, well, cure cancer. Instead of basking over the joy of having save lives, I was ebullient over the fact that MY own lifestyle had elevated luxury. I admit to being superficial and materialistic, but that doesn’t mean it doesn’t makes me upset.
Honestly, I never knew I was this bad.
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