Your words still get me, mang. My recollection at its best:
"I was so caught up in my dreams. I had made it all the way to Stanford to be a collegiate golfer, to earn my way into a high paying job as a businessman, to buy an expensive house and be rich, rich, rich. A culmination of successes piled on top of each other.
Then he asked, but would you really be happy?
And I couldn't give him an answer. It was then that I decided how empty I really was- Something needed to change."
