Many people spend around a dozen years in school, taking notes, filling in bubble sheets, and making the occasional diorama. Some go on for more, addicted to this drug called “ideas,” taking hit after hit until they master it.
But at some point the lectures end, the papers come to their conclusion, and you receive an embossed card stock finish line.
And here’s the thing: calling it a “finish line” is complete bullshit. What you thought was a checkered flag is really just another green flag. This race is not over. It has yet again just begun. There is no end to education. We are students in the school of life, perpetually pursuing a degree in the art of everything.
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Image: New Old Stock
Music: Vyacheslav Sizov
