I asked myself. Morrie's high voice took me back to my university years.
When I thought rich people were evil,
a shirt and tie were prison clothes..
and life without freedom to get up and go - motorcycle beneath you, breeze in your face, down the streets of Paris, into the mountains of Tibet - was not a good life at all.
What happened to me?
the eighties happened. The nineties happened.
Death and sickness and getting fat and going bald happened.
I traded a lot of dreams for a bigger paycheck.
~Tuesdays with Morrie~
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