When I was six years old I decided that I wanted to become the richest man in the history of the world. I kept imagining what it would be like: to be powerful, to acquire such vast wealth that I could do anything I wanted. How I’d own houses and apartments in the most interesting of cities, how I’d conquer the world one business deal at a time.
As I grow older I realized that I did not want it. I mean, I did want it, but I wasn’t willing to pay the price. It did not want the journey. I just wanted to be teleported to the destination.
The same goes for blogging. Some people think it’s cool to blog. To write some words on a computer or smartphone, and then have a bunch of other people read and cherish said words.
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