Sunday Firesides: Nothing Good Comes
The mass of men exist in a state of waiting.
They have a vision, vague in contours but salient in feeling, about what their life should look like, what it will look like, eventually. This vision perhaps includes a loving spouse and happy children. Certainly a fulfilling, interesting career. A good group of friends. An exciting hobby. Maybe a name. Maybe …
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