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We're Looking At The World All Wrong

I don't think it's possible to believe in goodness when you're drowning in the bad.

And I don't think it's fair for anyone to drown, especially not people who have barely know what water is, much less how to swim.

Every generation, expectations are shifted. Up or down, is up to time and chance to decide. In my parents' generation, school was for learning. Today, it's career-prep. It's college, but earlier. We are expected to know who we are, what we want to do, where we want to go.

Oftentimes, we see ourselves following our passion. But passion should be about the highs and lows, about challenging yourself when you are ready. About tying it to the rest of your life if you so choose. It shouldn't be about turning profit.

Fortunately, this system works. In literality. We need the profit to survive. Not a smile.

And frankly, I don't have a better suggestion; I just can't help but notice where we are today. And that is not where I dream of being tomorrow.

Sam
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