There was always a crowd around me, feeding my ego with every word they said. It seemed like everything I touched turned to gold, and I relished in the power and influence that came with it. I was a man on a mission, destined for greatness, and nothing could stop me. My success in the entertainment industry was growing, and I started to feel on top of the world. My short film festival, Sunday Night Screenings, was becoming a hit in the West Village, and my radio show with Zo, the Bud and Roach Show, was growing a loyal following. But with every triumph came the risk of losing it all. My ego had grown uncontrollably, and I truly believed that I was in a league of my own. I was untouchable and unstoppable, and the world was my playground. Or so I thought. As my success grew, so did my anxiety. The pressure to maintain my image was overwhelming, and the weight of my own expectations began to suffocate me. But still, I pushed forward. I had to maintain my reputation, and I was determined to succeed at any cost. The people around me continued to shower me with praise, and I continued to bask in the glow of their admiration. I was moving fast down a collision course, and as a “know-it-all”, I only took counsel from the man I saw in the mirror.
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