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Life is full of compromises, she said, and you'll have to do things that make you unhappy so that, some day, when you're older you'll have the things that will make you happy. My mother taught me that at a young age and I took it to heart. I wish that I hadn't. I wish I had stomped my foot and shook my fist and stuck out my chin in firm defiance and told her You're wrong, Mom. Happiness is a wonderful, fantastic thing that should be given out on the streets. It should be complimentary with every purchase. People should just do whatever they can to make other people happy because that would make them happy and then everybody would be happy. But I didn't. I thought about what she said and it rather made some sense, like investing or some sort of thing and I would have to do bad things, unhappy things, so that maybe some day I could be happy, too. But she wasn't happy, so maybe I should have taken that into account. Somebody who's not rich shouldn't rightly be telling other people how to get rich, some day. I guess we'll see how her theory works out. Well, it's time for me to go back to work now.