The hardest thing about changing the direction you’re headed is that virtually no one wants you to. Even those you don’t know want to solely define you on where you’ve been.
I have an assigned box.
You have an assigned box.
Exchanging boxes is…
I stand at the top of the hill.
It’s a midlife crisis without the fancy car.
My retreating youth lay behind and an unknown future lies ahead.
I seriously wonder if I can get there from here.
‘cause I want a new box.
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