Thanks, Dad.
All those years of constructing my confidence painfully.
Turned into rubble, just like that.
All those years of mentally convincing myself that I can pass a medical school interview.
Vanished, just like that.
You said you don't hope for me to become a businessman like you,
And that for one to truly wanna excel in businesses, the concept itself must be rooted inside him.
Pfft. Yeah right.
Yet all you did this morning was telling me how to deal in businesses, definitions in businesses, how I totally suck about it and how I will NEVER be able to manage a business on my own.
Fine. You get your wish.
Now I truly don't wanna follow in your footsteps.
Actually, after all the purge,
I'm still pretty amazed at how I am still able to salvage of what remains from the debris of my crushed confidence,
And tell to myself:
Challenge Accepted.
