It is amazing yo live with someone who genuinely couldn’t care less about Getting Ahead, someone who is absolutely committed to finding joy in the present moment. The belief John and I shared before Adam came along — that rigidly disciplined, distasteful work was the one and only path to a good life — now seems both horrible and downright silly, like believing that we could make it rain by performing human sacrifices. Adam’s birth convinced us that fate was quite capable of crushing our best-laid plans like so many dead beetles. In the face of such uncertainty, the only things that seem to us worth doing are the ones that allow us to experience the strange and eventful journey of life in its full richness.
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