A long time ago someone told me that they weren't the same person anymore. It had been 3 yrs since I had seen her and a lot had changed. I didn't believe it at the time. Thought that it was all psycho-babble bullshit way of blowing me off. Now that i think about it she was probably right. She was blowing me off, but she had also changed. I didn't want to accept it till recently, because I thought I hadn't changed, but people do change. I know I have. I used to be a hopeless romantic but I am much more cynical now. I see life much more differently. I see a lot more shades of gray than i would have when I was 18. Maybe at the core I am the same person and I am sure she is too, but life has a way of shaping ...character. All life the character keeps on getting molded to finer and finer details but the base material remains the same.
This realization hit me when i was having a hypothetical argument with my friend about the fact that i would quit working once I had a billion dollars. He said i wouldn't cause i wouldn't be the same person than that i am now. He said i would never make a billion if i planned to quit after that. I argued with him then but the more i think about it the more i think he was right. Its not that having money changes people. I would be perfectly capable of quitting if i won the lottery. But earning my way to that money would take its toll on me, on anyone.
