“If I would be a young man again and had to decide how to make a living, I would not try to become a scientist or scholar or teacher. I would rather choose to be a plumber or a peddler in the hope to find that modest degree of independence still available under present circumstances”. — Albert Einstein
Meanwhile in my zip code, there’s a sea of upscale vehicles, yet the 1990 Toyota suites me perfectly.
There’s even a dinner-plate sized dent on the driver’s front fender. Was going to have it repaired until I realized how much that road-rage induced dent signified how lucky I am to still be alive.
In America, we are constantly tempted to keep up with the Joneses. Why? Because we are afraid of who we really are.
Would you rather be loved for who you’re not or hated for who you are?