Life...
It's like we get here and, with the stability our families provide (however much that may be), life feels like this roller coaster ride, much of it revolving around love and dreams about how we see our future.
Then we cross a point.
For most people, that point is crossed after high school, but for others it's after college, and for fewer still it's after grad school.
Once we do, we're jettisoned into the world from that emotional womb, one we are often only too eager to escape, into a shit storm of reality in America that makes Moses's trek through the desert look like a walk in the park.
And the whole time we are promised that, if we just "believe" enough in the American dream, we'll make it to the promised land, a land of milk and honey, a land of leisure and luxury and wealth.
But most never do.
And all those who do blame all those who don't for failing to have enough "faith" in that abstraction they worship on Sunday called "god," but for the rest of the week they call "Money."
It's like we get here and, with the stability our families provide (however much that may be), life feels like this roller coaster ride, much of it revolving around love and dreams about how we see our future.
Then we cross a point.
For most people, that point is crossed after high school, but for others it's after college, and for fewer still it's after grad school.
Once we do, we're jettisoned into the world from that emotional womb, one we are often only too eager to escape, into a shit storm of reality in America that makes Moses's trek through the desert look like a walk in the park.
And the whole time we are promised that, if we just "believe" enough in the American dream, we'll make it to the promised land, a land of milk and honey, a land of leisure and luxury and wealth.
But most never do.
And all those who do blame all those who don't for failing to have enough "faith" in that abstraction they worship on Sunday called "god," but for the rest of the week they call "Money."
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