17 year old me had a dream of a beautiful life - and decided to choose it. 17 year old me sat down in front of the principal, who looked at the report card and asked: “What are you wanting to study?”
“Primary Education.”
He paused, placed the report down and commented. “That’s honourable.”
With limited eyes to see, and limited choices to take as a 17 year old, we choose a path. Optometrist, accountant, lawyer, doctor, priest.
Where does beauty lie in our quest for life?
Slainte - Gander in the Pratie Hole.
Crowander - Parody, Let it Last, Humbug
Podington Bear - Winter Walk, Pounded Piano
One Man Book - Scaffold of Repeated Addition
Siante - Britches Full of Stitches
Esther Abrami - No. 8 Requiem