I was once asked by my Philosophy teacher what I wanted to be -- a very simple question that entails a very simple answer. I stood up from my desk and said, looking straight into his eyes, “ I want to be rich and famous .” It took him a few seconds to respond and he gave me an inscrutable long look. On the background, I heard murmurs from my classmates; and when I looked around, I met some pairs of equally inscrutable eyes. I really didn’t know how that simple and totally honest answer can cause such a fuss. Perhaps, it’s because he wasn’t expecting that kind of answer after the previous ones’ answers were same old, boring, and, nothing else, but all answers that can only be borne out from Boringsville. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, my teacher seemed to have awakened and immediately realized he is in the middle of a class. “ Well, that’s for Ms. Nocete. Rich and famous (he was looking contemplative while saying this). Anyway… ” And he continued his discussion on ambition...
Spin, spin, spin the wheel... Spin the wheel well. Claim your prize, and cast the spell. Spin, spin, spin the wheel... Life's a huge spinning wheel. Spin the wheel well, but learn to kneel.