Can a person who dreams of learning languages, travelling, and meeting exciting people live in a world of spreadsheets? As a person with no definite answer of what I'm doing with the next few years of my life I can't help but wonder which path to follow. I thought I always wanted to work in the world of numbers, of financial calculations, and a company's financial statements. But, the more I look at what is open to someone of my position, the more I realize that what's available to me is nothing but selling "investments".
When did "investments" become insurance. The bland boring things that I know nothing about because it gives a mortality to life. A definition that we are NOT capable of our dreams. That we are bound to be stuck in a house in central Jersey with nothing but a typical life. Insurance to me means going to Shop Rite to pick up milk, spending Friday nights at home watching Netflix, and going through the same routine day in and day out.
And when did I become the parody that I've tried to avoid my entire life?
I do not think there is any beauty among numbers. This may be the answer to the question I've been searching for.
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