All I did back then was work real hard. Study really hard. I’ll bet you were the same.
We had a purpose in life, though. There was always something we were supposed to be doing. Even when we were prevaricating, we were prevaricating about something.
But we came through, right. Sure, here we are, with our survivor’s guilt. Thinking about all the cleverer people who didn’t make it. Who didn’t have what it takes, apparently. As if we did! Who weren’t as lucky … Who didn’t want it enough …
Did we want it enough?
And yet here we are. We did it. We made it.
What does ‘it’ mean?
We were a success. We got our jobs.
It’s luck. We were lucky.
We make a living doing whatever it is we do.
And what do we do?
Play-pretend at being philosophers.
Work in Progress 