I eventually made my way to the United States. I got most of the way through a solid computer science education (I left my doctoral program when my business took off) and became an internationally recognized hacker. I have been documented in Wired Magazine amongst other publications for this one time I figured out how to listen in and tamper with all the communications which flow across the Internet. Both my home and offices are now a block from the New York Stock Exchange. I became infinitely thankful for the opportunity presented in this country for anyone who wants to strive for success.
Every day I live is a relentless assault on life. My life is exciting, and the lives of my friends are exciting by sheer proximity. I fly around the world on a regular basis. As a permanent expat of my native soil, I have an infinite wanderlust that will never be satiated.
Be forewarned: I am right about everything. This is not a moment of arrogance, it is just a fact of the scope of my life experiences. Talk to me when you have escaped rural poverty in an ex-bloc state during a bloody revolution and come to a foreign country with nothing in your pockets, nothing in your favor and yet still make yourself a resounding success.
Then I will acknowledge you know something about how the world works. I say what I know to be true, regardless of political correctness and anyone's feelings. This makes me a gigantic asshole. So be it. The history books are filled with assholes, and the meek invariably fade into irrelevance.
I surround myself with men similar to myself. Books and internationally syndicated news are filled with references to my associates. In my reality field, the mediocre turns great and the great becomes divine. I demand nothing less than endless self-improvement and struggle from everything around me. As I teach, I learn.