No consolation in birthdays
At 28, I'm nowhere near where I thought I'd be when I was 21. That said, I'm nowhere near where I thought I'd be a year ago.
Expectation - that's the curse of the annual commemoration of the day you are born. On your birthday, you ask yourself this - when you were born, what did your father think you'd be doing at 28, or 30, or 35? How far have you met those expectations?
A measurement of the vergence between expectation and reality - this is the reminder of one's mediocrity, and it never hits so hard as on a birthday.
Expectation - that's the curse of the annual commemoration of the day you are born. On your birthday, you ask yourself this - when you were born, what did your father think you'd be doing at 28, or 30, or 35? How far have you met those expectations?
A measurement of the vergence between expectation and reality - this is the reminder of one's mediocrity, and it never hits so hard as on a birthday.
posted by nickwong8 at 2:07 pm
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