Our plans for the future will eventually become straitjackets
The year after I graduated from college, I went to my high school's reunion weekend and I talked to a guy there who was telling me about his job, which was some kind of good, respectable, well-paying job--exactly the sort of thing I was trying and failing to find--and he told me that he had no idea how he ended up in his field. He'd just sort of stumble…
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