When I was 23, I decided to cast aside the shackles of my undergraduate degree in mathematics and journey to a far off land. You see, when my father was 23, he left his friends and family in India and came to North America in search of a better life. Thus, I would do the same and make a similar voyage to the land of opportunity known as America, and I would become a student of the law.
Before making that journey, I spent five weeks learning french on the government's dime in rural Quebec. I had the opportunity to embrace the Quebecois lifestyle, which I learned consisted primarily of drinking beer on a porch. I also had the chance to perform improv in french, and was the star of the show. It was not until toward the end of the five weeks that I realized that people were laughing at my french accent rather than at my jokes.
Shortly after I began law school in the United States, a career adviser told me that law firms would love me because I had a lot of overseas experience. Not having the heart to tell him that Canada was not overseas, I simply made a mental note to ignore his advice.
I really enjoyed law school but being a lawyer didn't make me happy, so I went back to graduate school for economics and researched what makes people happy.
Now, as a man of 29, I try to live by the advice of Kurt Vonnegut:
"Hello babies. Welcome to Earth. It's hot in the summer and cold in the winter. It's round and wet and crowded. On the outside, babies, you've got a hundred years here. There's only one rule that I know of, babies - "God damn it, you've got to be kind."