I don’t know about you, but it took me twenty years to get from the bottom to the top of the pyramid. And I don’t think that’s outrageously long compared to most people, I really don’t.
Was it worth it? I don’t know, is being alive worth it?
It’s sometimes tempting to think that somehow it would be easier to think of your life not as an adventure, but as something else to be gotten, endured.
But it wouldn’t be easier, our spirits weren’t designed that way. And no amount of boozy late nights on the weekends will ever change that.