The real currency is having time. The day I understood that the real currency of my life is not money but time, I won the lottery. Fortunately and unfortunately, I experienced loss early in life. The fortunate part of this was the sudden and deep realization that life is much shorter than expected...
The whole world stretched out in front to me, as if there to put on a show for me alone. Sure, the occasional Cheerio was scattered here and there across the surface, but it did nothing to mar my fascination with the countries laying out before me. Yup, you can blame my parents for my raging case of...