When I was in elementary school my parents told me it didn’t matter what I did when I grew up, so long as it made me happy. “Happiness is the whole point of life”, my father said. “l loves to built, so I became a engineer. Your mother love reading and writing, so she became an  teacher. We both find happiness in the work we do each day.”

A few years later when I was in junior school, my 6th grade teacher put me in detention for “being difficult”. She went around the classroom and asked each student what they wanted to be when they grew up. Answers pop’s up like doctor teacher astronaut etc. When she got to me, I told her I wanted to be happy. She told me I was missing the whole point of the question. I told her she was missing…