We are born onto an assembly line. We are handed from institution to institution where we are graded on what we should know and indirectly taught what we should value. The steady hum of the line makes clear the scope of our lives and purpose. Either through life circumstances or by eventually graduating high school,… Continue reading Portaging on the River of Life
I grew up with the American exceptionalism bug. I valued aggressive personal and economic growth at the expense of hard work. Anything less than toil and progress felt like failure. Imperceptible process meant stagnation and that concept seemed to be something like death. I didn’t know how to choose a career, but I knew that I needed to make money to be independent.