We study, to make acceptable grades. We endeavor, to make an acceptable college. We study again, to make acceptable wages.
So we can afford for our children to do the same thing.
Over, and over, and over.
How did this happen? Aren't we worth more than a numerical value? Isn't it worth doing something?
Or is the world really over when you get an 89 in Advanced Aerospace Engineering?
3 years ago
2 comments:
Well said.
I love this one.
I always hated how life is so routine.
Nothing is an end in itself.
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