Ah, the late teens. That glorious period of awkward growth spurts and the profound, earth-shattering question: "What on earth am I supposed to *do* with my life?" My initial, deeply philosophical conclusion? Make enough money to, you know, eat and stuff. Turns out, that's a pretty universal starting point. Considering the cosmic blink that is human existence, keeping things simple seems like a solid strategy. Of course, what "simple" means changes as we stumble, er, evolve. I'm fairly certain our ancestors weren't pondering the intricacies of blockchain in their caves, but they likely had their own version of this pre-emancipation brain fog. My brilliant teenage strategy? Avoid competition like it was broccoli. The folks who seemed to be doing alright were the outliers – the ones with the fancy degrees or the jobs that made you sweat just thinking about them (scaling bridges? No thanks, gravity is not my friend). A law degree or dangling hundreds of fee...
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