Kev's Musings and Shared Journal

Potential

Being young, intelligent and beautiful, you have the whole world at your feet.

You have nothing but time on your hands, which you use intelligently by working part-time and going to school.

You look at me to learn prudentially what not to do.

How did he wind up here?

What is his plan?

True.

I am the product of misspent youth.

I required luxury and time and rich foods and strong drinks.

I could not live in the spartan spectrum of existence required to get a four year degree.

And I study now more than I ever did.

But it's too late for study now.

My time has come and gone for greatness or wealth.

But I am not poverty-stricken.

I do not work loads of overtime.

I do not have pressing deadlines to meet.

I am not required to sit at a desk in a cubicle all day long.

I have a wife and son who love me.

And I love them. Boy do I love them.

I will not be an engineer.

Or a master draftsman.

A journalist, an editor or a teacher. Or a writer of popular books.

I will not be a banker. Or a venture capitalist, or an enterpreneur.

What I do have though is some spirit of all of these things.

Damned by being interested in too many things and not having the knowledge to study them properly.

I just don't have the discipline or the focus to narrow it all down to that one thing.

Moved by the sciences, the humanities, nature, religion, philosophy and art.

So this is to the youth who uses his time wisely.

And sacrifices his time.

And lives the threadbare existence required of the middle class to attend college.

This is for all the eighteen year olds who know at least somewhat what they want to do with their careers.

Intelligent.

Hard working.

Sacrificing.

Forecasting.

Sober and lean.

Godspeed.