Yes, it is a little late to be posting. However, this was the only time I was able to allot for blogging (this relates to the subject of this post more than you can know at this point). Though I understand that most will not be reading this immediately after I click "publish", I hope my words will still be applicable in the future (whether it be soon or far off). Tonight, while at work, I was told by a waitress, whom I admire and respect greatly, that she intended to move and so that she can live. While I stood at the counter, thinking that this conversation would soon become too intellectual for a brief chat in the kitchen, a thought struck me. Here she is, in the middle of her life, just now realizing that life's obligations have withheld happiness from her. I suddenly realized that this was not told to me because of the sadness her absence would create (though it is immense), but for a larger purpose. I have to understand that though hard work can produce confidence in oneself, this is not equivalent to happiness. For many years, I have thought the opposite was true. For many years, I was wrong.
I realize that this entire post sounds cliched. Life = one large cliche.
Become acquainted with this sad truth.
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