one million...

When I was 20

I said

I would be a millionaire

by the age of 25. 

Boy, was I wrong. 

Unless

I wasn't talking about a million pieces of paper

but instead

a million

experiences
conversations
laughs
words heard
words spoken
instances

that matter. 

Which 

is funny.

Why is the dream to collect pieces of paper that don't even exist? 

And not instances - even some boring ones -

that matter. 

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