To those who don’t understand, it probably looks like I’m throwing my life away for magic internet money. The hardest part is realizing my parents might feel the same. Even well into adulthood, I still ache for them to be proud of me—to know their sacrifices for their kids weren’t wasted. I’ve always been the rebel, the black sheep, going against the herd and doing things my way, sometimes embarrassing those in my social circle. But with time, they’ll see the courage, vision, sacrifice, and conviction their son had in chasing something he believed in with all his heart. Something I’m fighting for because it’ll make the world better for future generations. Any parent should be proud of that.