Its sad how our thoughts align after a certain age, a certain maturity. We’re all set on growing old, on finding jobs, stability, a guy, settling down in the corporate world, getting the best possible grades, etc.

And I admit I do all these, more often than not. But – let’s just say we stand up, we fight the mold, maybe something special would happen is it not? Maybe we find out we don’t actually need all these to feel alive, to be alive! Maybe all these are crutches when in fact we could fly. What say you?


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