When I started college, I wanted to be a history teacher. I took History 101 and Education 101 my first semester. I didn't want to be a history teacher anymore.
Most people are history teachers. People paint the past and go around selling their art. GGM and I have had a mini-discussion of boxing in the comments section. We've both been able to go back and watch fights from our childhood on YouTube. We've been able to relive history. And we take that history and create something out of it. Something that is unique. We are our own historians.
When I started this blog, I had no expectations. I remember someone telling me to stop asking advice concerning things that aren't worthy of advice. I had some ambition to be a MarginalRevolution.com or a CafeHayek.com, but I really wanted a place to voice thoughts. I wanted a place be my own historian.
(I can't lie and say I don't want more people to read my histories. I can't lie and say I don't want somebody to say: "Wow, that post slapped me in the face" like this did to me. But blogging is really about keeping oneself sane. It is therapeutic. Too many things in the brain makes one crazy.)
But the point here is that one has to have expectations. One has to move past personal histories and have some desire for the future. One has to dream. One has to want something better. One has to make(or at least think they can make) expectations become history. This is why I am not a history teacher.
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