Everyone wants me to be successful. As successful as they feel I should be. My mother, father, uncle, teachers, everyone. But the thing is, I'm not Drake. I don't want to be successful. Or at least, not if it's a synonym for wealth like they think. Everyone stresses that I need to be rich, and make them proud, but why can't my happiness make them proud? If I try my hardest at something I like, why can that never be enough for you? I want a family, and to be able to support it. I want to learn to write well, and build things people never thought possible. Please, stop stressing how important wealth is. I don't care about wealth. It won't make me happy.
What do you expect of me?
May 29, 2010