the end of your beginning?
When exactly do we grow up? Is it at thirteen? Eighteen? Twenty, even?
In my opinion, it's probably whenever you realize you can't always chase your dreams around and decide you have to buckle down if you want to be able to put food on your table.
You always hear these stories of up and coming artists who can't get their drawings to sell, and they end up slaving over hot oil in a McDonald's from three to five. Their only joy in life is sleeping. (But hey, whose isn't?)
I know a friend whose passions in life are along the lines of theoretical physics, psychology, philosophy, etc. He's taking a business class at the moment. Does he still dream? Yeah, maybe. But does he still follow them? Probably not.
Life is disappointing. To die bitter and cynical is normal. To build time machine and bend the fabric of time to your will?!
Haha, well that's up to you.
In my opinion, it's probably whenever you realize you can't always chase your dreams around and decide you have to buckle down if you want to be able to put food on your table.
You always hear these stories of up and coming artists who can't get their drawings to sell, and they end up slaving over hot oil in a McDonald's from three to five. Their only joy in life is sleeping. (But hey, whose isn't?)
I know a friend whose passions in life are along the lines of theoretical physics, psychology, philosophy, etc. He's taking a business class at the moment. Does he still dream? Yeah, maybe. But does he still follow them? Probably not.
Life is disappointing. To die bitter and cynical is normal. To build time machine and bend the fabric of time to your will?!
Haha, well that's up to you.