Success and Failure in ObamaLand
Oh how I wish I’d had President Obama as an advisor during my formative years. I was raised with the horrible misunderstanding that success and failure are direct consequences of the choices we make. How unbelievably foolish my mentors were!
If only someone as wise and insightful as he had been there to tell me that my future success wouldn’t be the result of studying long hours in high school, college, and grad school, working hard, getting married before having children, spending less than I earn, trying to keep my life and family centered on a relationship with God—all that not-fun, responsible adult stuff—I’d have had so much more time to goof off. Heck, I might’ve even lit up a doob with our current POTUS—just buzzing on his bong-besotted brilliance.
All those years of effort wasted now that I know I was just lucky. How terribly sad for me.