When I was a kid I sold all the CD’s I didn’t need anymore because money was more important than a useless CD in my collection. I got excited of the commercial atmosphere when visiting a flea market with my parents. When I was 10 I wrote down how much money I had on a piece of paper, every week, without anyone ever telling me to do that. Nowadays I have all kinds of goods I will never use, stored on my shelves, with just one purpose – to be sold away at a higher price than what I bought them for.
..and only today I realized there’s no chance I won’t become an entrepreneur one day
