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“Being Self Made is a lie if it's crafted as a story sold to people. It is an illusion for those who sincerely believe they are self-made. No one is self-made. You didn't choose the family you were born in, the economic class you were born in, the country you were born in, the era you were born in, the intelligence level you have, the special talent you are born with, the early education you got, the mentoring you received, your level of ambition, your macro-economic environment, being at the right place at the right time or generally having unexpected things turn in your favor. I will argue that even if you say you came from an extremely poor background and have worked extremely hard to achieve your success and you deserve 100 percent credit, even that is a partially false statement, as you have been lucky to see your hard work pay off (in some cases, exponentially)”

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Book:UnLearn: A Practical Guide to Business and Life
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