Once, I went out with my teacher friend, Reggie, and we were talking about taking risks. It was right in the middle of the year, and I felt particularly down about my performance at school and about my life in general. I felt so unhappy with my life and with the choices I’d made up to that point, and I kept asking him, “How did I get here? And what have I done with my life?” Of course, like a reasonable person would, he reminded me that I’m only 23 and haven’t exactly written out the course of my life just yet. He then took out a pen and grabbed the napkin my drink was on, and wrote this:
I had dinner with Reggie a couple of days ago, and reminded him of that night. He asked me if I kept the napkin, and I told him that I’ve been carrying it in my wallet ever since that night. He asked to see it, so I took it out and gave it to him. He stared at it for a minute, and then ripped it up. He said, “I don’t think you need this anymore.”
I think I'm officially a badass.
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