It just feels like yesterday. I was 22, a fresh and energetic chap just out of college. Clear in my intentions of shunning any further education, I was very ambitious about leading a virtuous life. A life guided by philosophy and reason. But I was too full of ego and pride. My cousins were much older and dumber than me and I used to feel great about myself for those reasons. "Look at these dumbshits living with their parents at this age. ROFL." "I have so much time." "I would've achieved far greater success by the time I'm the age of these sorry fucks." "I would start learning this, this and this right away and would become a master in a diverse range of fields even before I hit 30." "I'll be HUGE. I will SHINE! I'm the light of the world!" "And these fucks will be 40, married, burnt out by patriarchal stress, and going through midlife crisis." They were 27, 28, or 30 back then. Now all settled in either the US or Europe, earning six-figure salaries and living with beautiful wives like they vacation everyday of their life. Time flows like a river. And now I'm 27, lonely, depressed, worthless, and everybody around me hates me. :(