From Barista to Barrister

Not a Barista. Don't want to be a Barrister.

The chief thing I’ve learned so far is: If you don’t know much—well, nobody else knows much more. And nobody knows half as much about your own interests as you know.

If you believe in anything very strongly—including yourself—and if you go after that thing alone, you end up in jail, in heaven, in the headlines, or in the largest house in the block, according to what you started after. If you don’t believe in anything very strongly—including yourself—you go along, and enough money is made out of you to buy an automobile for some other fellow’s son, and you marry if you’ve got time, and if you do, you have a lot of children whether you have time or not, and finally you get tired and you die.

If you’re in the second of those two classes you have the most fun before you’re twenty-five. If you’re in the first, you have it afterward.

F. Scott Fitzgerald, “What I Think and Feel at 25”

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