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As a child, I remember carrying around a “tackle box”.  However, instead of keeping fishing gear inside of it, I had money in it.  I did not care if was a dollar or a coin, a 20 or a penny.  My money was my money.  And I was saving it.  What was I saving it for?  Honestly, I have no idea. All I knew was that I wanted to have some of it around.  I guess I kind of felt like I was meant to have it.  Not that I was special.  Not that I was better then anyone else.  I just always felt as though I was meant to have some form of wealth.  

Now, I know, many people feel, wish and desire the same things out of life.  And I believe that everyone deserves success.  However, I understand now more then ever how reality kicks in so strongly.  I understand what ‘life’ does to people.  I understand how the almighty dollar causes such havoc on peoples lives.  Yet, here I remain, an adult with the same motivations, expectations, and dreams of having what seems to be so easy, yet so hard to get.

So what makes me so different then anyone else.  Well, nothing I guess.  Accept maybe that I have gained enough knowledge to understand that there is nothing worse then wasted talent.

I don’t know what’s harder, using one’s talent to succeed, or simply identifying one’s talent to begin with.  What makes someone so ‘talented’? Is that talent meant to make someone money?  Does one’s talent have to even be shared with others? 

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