Once my gut told me to stop and my brain told me to go. My heart said nothing, it was beating too fast to give impressions. A few moments later I was sliding on the asphalt. Close but no cigar. Cycling always gave me a rough ride. 

Problem Making

Problem Making

He is really angry, just like yesterday, and the day before.  In fact anger is all he has got.  He wonders where he messed up.  His SAT was decent, nothing great.  He attended college and made good friends there.  Perhaps he partied a little too much and worked a little not enough, but that's what everyone was doing he figures.  He looks back in time.  It looks crystal clear but he sees nothing he can pinpoint.  He looks ahead.  It's blank.  "Damn it!" he screams.  He feels like he did it all right, but the puzzle never completed itself.  Or he never put the last pieces.  Maybe both.  Now his badge says "Supply Manager".  The title sounds good but his friend Eddie has a title saying "technician".  Eddie mops the floor.  Dylan shuffles boxes in the storage room of a supermarket.  He is on the look out for something better, but he doesn't even get replies.  He knows he skipped some classes, and most text books, but still.  He has the paper saying it: Bachelor degree.  

One morning he opens his phone right after waking up, as he always does.  An article a friend shared says: "Millennials went to college but aren't reaping the benefits."  As he reads he understands.  From his generation, many reached higher education.  Everyone thought it would solve all the problems society had, so he was pushed in although he didn't quite fit.  Now he realizes.  He wasn't the fit.  He had to do more, much more in order to fit in.  

But now it's too late. His friends are in the same struggle.  Debt takes half the paycheck.  He does the math.  At this rate, 12 more years on survival mode.  

If he would have pursued learning, read those books, had those curiosities and listened to those teachers, mentors and other wise men, he would have made it.  He'd be dancing on the ridge, but he'd be out.  Now he is fighting in the pits and has all the problems he never even imagined he could have.  

He made the wrong choice he never made. 

The Weakness of Habits

The Weakness of Habits

Just like the rise of the Sun

Just like the rise of the Sun