You know your kids had a good day when you gave them a bath in the morning then had to give them another one in the afternoon, and then they needed another one in the late evening.
And you know you had a good day when you loved seeing them loving all the ways they got sweaty, dirty, and probably reduced most of their clothing into a permanently blended melange of grass, dirt, sand, ice-cream, and joy, which seems to always end up in pastel-beige “cammo”.
I never cared for cars, money for its own sake or fame, and God knows I dodged all of those things multiple times in order to retain my own sense of self, and now… now such things don’t even cross my mind as being in any way any kind of indication of actual success.
My kids needing three baths a day and my wife smiling happily about it too has no substitute.
You think Elon Musk is happier? With one trannified kid, and who knows how many other ugly skeletons in his closet, or Jeff Bezos? Pretending his plasticated new wife went to space? And I’m not even going to mention whatever vile things they may have had to do to get there.
Do you really think I’d trade places with any one of those shrivelled and miserable souls for even a second?
It would be absolute Hell.
So, no. I wouldn’t.
But the real question is: Would you?
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