Five times a week, I wonder if I belong to the corporate world ... Some people believe that I am practical enough to survive on Wall Street, but more people believe that I will leave this place soon enough.

Ten times a week, I convince myself that I will return to the world of art, sipping tea while reading Jean Paul Satre and listening to Mozart. I prefer to think of myself as a genius, who will pick up a pensil and design the next Lincoln Center. I prefer to believe that deep inside myself lies the soul of Da Vinci.

Fifteen times a week, I look up my stock portfolio and strategize the next big trade. I get excited by the TOP section on my Bloomberg, I love to type "MSG" into my screen, I enjoy using financial terms to "take advantage of the divergent performance of bonds and equities".

Hundreds of times a week, I just wish I have more money.