It depresses me to think that one day I might look at my life, brush some imaginary dust off my hands, heave an enormous sigh, and announce, “Whelp, this is all there is! There’s nowhere else I can go, so I might as well keep things exactly the way they are!”
It depresses me even more to think that this could happen while I’m still in my thirties.
I hate the idea of slowing down, smothering your self-development, and ceasing to take on new challenges. I also hate the idea of complacently, Continue reading
