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"Not everyone can become a great artist, but a great artist can come from anywhere"

The words of Anton Ego, food critic in the 2007 animated film Ratatouille. It's already quite a classic, I know, but it is only just recently that I truly really saw the movie with full intent (you have to thank my young niece and nephew for that). The idea of a rat capable of being the finest chef in Paris is just out of this world of course, but it underlines the message the movie conveys: you can be anything your heart desires. That, my readers, is as true and/or cliché as you believe it to be. It sure is damn hard, to be what your heart desires, but again it's reachable, achievable, doable. Darn!


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