I am an overgrown man-child. I take a look at all my friends, and they’ve accomplished so much, while I’ve somehow managed to regress back into a bum who stays at home to earn his dollar.
Sadly, everyone else is envious of me, and I have to admit – I can understand why.
But as I move further forward into the foreboding future, I’m still wondering if I can really live up to my own expectations for what my future holds.
I’m waiting on the grey hairs to start pecking me.