When I was sixteen, my father asked me:
“Andrew, what do you want to be doing when you’re thirty?”
I thought about it for a minute.
“I want to have eaten hallucinogenic mushrooms. I want to have climbed mountains. I want to have traveled deep into Mexico. I want to fall in love, to write great songs, to be in a rock band, to read great literature, and made many friends far and wide.”
“Andrew, you’re talking about things you will have done. I’m asking what you will be doing.”
On the one hand, my old man has a point – live a life where you’re chasing whatever’s around the corner…