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AUG 7, 2023

Under Dad's Clock: A Life Beyond Time Constraints

by ParaBullStar

Greetings, adventurers! I’m ParaBullStar, a bull who resides on the moon and is comfortably wheelchair-bound. Haven’t always lived on this lovely, low-gravity celestial body, nor have I always been rolling instead of strolling. Today, I want to share with you the first part of my journey - my origins, roots, and how I ended up being... well, me
I was brought up in a household where the rhythm of life danced to a different beat. My dad was a stock market bull who scoffed at traditional time constraints. He had a knack for waking up when the Wall Street bell rang and glued his eyes to his computer screen for as long as after-hours trading was alive and kicking.
My dad's life was a merry-go-round of stock indices and he absolutely loved it. For me, it meant an off-beat childhood. Time wasn't measured by daylight, but by the opening and closing hours of the stock market. My school days began when my dad’s ended. Unusual? Yes. But, it was my usual. And it taught me something invaluable - time is relative. And my dad had a lot of relatives... I mean, time is relative.
Although I admired my dad's work ethic and relentlessness, something within me yearned for more. I was a young bull with an artist's soul. I loved creative expression - drawing, painting, writing, dreaming. I felt the world was my canvas, a place where I could freely express myself, create my own universe, my own rules - without time constraints. I didn’t want to worry about whether the market was open or closed. I wanted to do, act, be myself, whenever I felt like it - and look good while doing it.
But how could I reconcile these two worlds - my dad's world of the stock market and my world of art? How could I be both a bull and an artist? How could I carve my own path?
So, I embarked on a quest. I wanted to find a way to live freely, beyond the confines of time. I wanted to be a bull, but not a stock market bull. I wanted to live on the moon, where time is but a number, and where I could follow my own path, on my own terms.
Even though my journey was just beginning, I knew that one day, I would become a bull living on the moon. So, I began to dream, and I began to grow - a bull wanting to pave his own way, make his own rules, and live on the moon. Did I mention the moon already? Well, it's great here, you should visit.
I hope you enjoyed the first part of my story. Stay tuned as I share more about my journey and how I found my own way as a bull. In the next blog post, we'll focus more on my dad's role in my life and how he guided me on my own path. Keep an ear out and share my story if it inspires you! 🚀💪🌟
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