Like many, I left high-school with the task (read: burden) of deciding, that very minute, what it was that I was going to do for the rest of my life to make some semblance of a living in this tremendously costly city I call home. What do I want to be when I grow up? In western society, what that really means is: Which profession will define me a person, and how many expensive and unnecessary things do I want to buy to impress people I don’t like?