There is living and then there’s life. For me, existence gets pretty humdrum.
“What did you do today?” my wife asks.
Went to the office. Covered a press conference. Shot the ballgame and took the trash out ...
What happened to young ambition? When I’d change the world? Make a difference?
“Welcome, O life!” I would say each day. “I go to encounter for the millionth time the reality of experience and to forge in the smithy of my soul the uncreated conscience of my race.”
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