I was looking at this old sheet of paper my dad sent me. The kind you write in school when someone says, “You’ve got two minutes. What are your goals in life?”

I read through it carefully. Some of it held up. Having a family. Staying healthy. Being happy. Those still feel grounded. Then came the rest. Luxury cars. A big house. Becoming an important businessman.

I laughed—part sheepish, part amazed at how much I’ve changed. That version of me was trying to map out a life using the signals that seemed meaningful at the time.