Hope For The Future
When I was a young man just starting out, I would notice every once in a while, that the older men would not always share my sense of urgency. They would have a bemused look on their face and not seem to care about the latest thing. In time I figured out that they had figured out how to ration their enthusiasm. It was the old joke about the old bull and the young bull looking out at a bunch of cows.
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