What happened to me?

...... when i thought rich people are evil, a shirt and tie were prison clothes, and life without freedom to get up and go---motorcycle beneath you, breeze in your face, down the streets of Paris, into the mountain of Tibet---was not a good life at all. What happened to me?

The eighties happened. The nineties happened. Death and sickness and getting fat and going bald happened. I traded lots of dreams for a bigger paycheck, and I never realized I was doing it.

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What happened to me?