All my rage and anger in this world is derived from the suffering of my ancestors. Perspective. I need to work harder, not because it proves the character worth of a person or because it will make me more successful, but because my ancestors did not suffer as much as they did just to have me waste it in decadence. The immigrant narrative is one of endless toil, until one day, one generation gets to vindicate all the sacrifice that has come before it. That is generation is me. Here’s to vindication.