Lying here on the bed sorting through offers from the world, I imagine what life will be in the future. Out in this ever changing world of confusion, chaos, conformity and hope, I plan to become a pediatrican.

This may seem like a no big factor job to some, but to others, it is the only source of inspiration, help, and income allowed by the rules of this society. The American Dream is a tell that all children are introduced to, whether by school, home or the streets, we all strive to live this incredible Dream, but don't understand that to capture this means to face surreal events.

Survival, the basic instinct of life. Evolution has changes the apperance of survival, but not the heart of the game. Work is survival, living with it is the game.


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