Every once in a great while, I'll see a kid where I work, skinny and dorky looking, probably on his first job, reminding me of me when I first started, forty thousand years ago .... well maybe only forty-two years ago, unsure of the routine, afraid to ask questions, terrified of the supervisors. And I feel for that kid. Hoping that he'll figure it all out and move on to something better.
I've seen some of these kids over the years, who seem to have their post-teenage life planned out and they're confident and agressive at moving towards their goals and I feel good for them. But there's others who just seem to be living moment to moment and their words and body language tells you that they have no idea about next week or next year and then you look around at what's going on in the world and I'm almost happy and relieved sometimes that the majority of my years are most likely behind me, unless I live to be 120, but I wonder what the future holds for those kids. And hopefully they'll figure things out like I eventually did. A few things anyway. Like where's the nearest water fountain.
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