Conjecture.

I wonder how long I can keep this up. By all accounts, I should have been thoroughly transformed into a fully functional and responsible adult by now. There ought to be some form of clue on whether I'm doing this right or not; in a perfect world perhaps. Reality often strikes when least expected to, sudden and vicious. I wouldn't be privy to the greater answers of the cosmos, much less the ones pertaining to my own life.

Am I equipped to venture forth? Did years of formal education provided me with the tools necessary to survive on my own? I mean, it's a bloody jungle out there; people getting murdered left and right without warning. An urban jungle where everyone's out for themselves, and of course, survival of the fittest.

How then, does a person strives to be the 'fittest'? It's not a matter of physical fitness, far beyond that of a simple contest of strength and endurance. However, on the other end, it is not entirely dominated by wits either. You see these successful people all the time, shuffling as a walking advert for luxury brands, and driving in their (being drove around, more often than not) expensive foreign vehicles. Successful but wit-less. 

Well, not all of them. A good number of these people worked very hard to reach where they are now in life. Alas, a greater number did not. I, being poorly educated and of shallow wallets, have no idea how their fortune came about. All I do all day long is dabble in senseless, rhetorical questions such as this. However, the lesson to be learnt here is not that life is unfair. Everyone knows that.

They must, at some point of their lives, been at where I'm currently at now. Unemployed. How did they get here today? Would I be able to achieve what they have achieved in life? So many questions to ponder, with so little answers.

Truth is, I know that there are a certain methodical steps that I can take each and everyday in order to become a millionaire. Unfortunately, for the life of me, I just couldn't figure it out.