I feel like that when I think back to my 20s. I want to say that I thought I knew everything there was to know about life, but honestly, I think I was aware that I knew nothing about life. That’s what inspired me.
When I was in my 20s, I had a burning desire to learn more about life. I grew up in a small city with a population of around 250,000 people, at the time, and I desperately wanted to get out of that city to see what the world had to offer.
I wanted to experience another way of life, and not just be limited to what I knew growing up, so I decided to leave. I moved to another city. That’s pretty commendable, and I’m proud of that, but here’s the stupid part. I was flat ass broke when I moved.
I had found a job prior to moving, but on the day that I was to leave my hometown, I had...