As a kid, I often pondered who and what I might grow up to be — an artist, musician, athlete, teacher. (Don’t we all dream of being teachers?)
Why didn’t I just enjoy being a kid? I had a great childhood. Yet I distinctly recall a preoccupation about what comes next.
I still do. Maybe we all do.
It’s a universal curse that hinders life enjoyment. Or perhaps it’s a survival mechanism — like…
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