It’s a lie. A blatant one. It’s like telling me a dog is a horse. I wish I understood the dynamics of it earlier on in life. But as always, the universe played its roulette game and decided like money, slow growth works out in the end. When I was young, dad always said, work hard and be like your uncle John who works at the airport. You’d think John was a pilot! Deep in me, where my subconscious resides, …
