At age five, I thought that the world was about me;
things happened because of what I'd done; things happened to help
me in what I was to do.
At age 16, I thought that the world was about sex;
people existed for one purpose only, to satisfy that carnal urge.
At age 19, I thought that the world was about emotion;
what I did was to serve a higher purpose--to express what I was thinking
and feeling--to experience all that I could before I died.
At age 21, I thought that the world was about legacy;
each one of us existed so that we might leave a mark on the world,
no matter how small that mark might be, so that future generations
could learn from us, if they only took the time to look.
At age 23, I realized that the world is about green
slips of paper; that's it.
