I remember being seventeen and wanting a big life. Like all of you. We all wanted something different, didn’t we? Something that wasn’t what our moms and dads wanted. Something that we built for ourselves, rules written by us, rich in something that wasn’t money, a life that had some texture to it. So how did I fall into this? Did you do that, too? Did you keep making little decisions that didn’t seem to matter at the time that all turned out to add up to the exact opposite of what we all dreamed of?
