i found out today that obama's speechwriter is only 27 years old. amazing, except.. jimmy carter's speechwriter was even younger by two months. then to blow it all out of the water, my coworker alerted me to the youngest congressman ever.
heaing about people like this always stirs a plethora of emotions: humbled by their achievements, proud for your generation, jealous at the talent they have, awe at what they've done with it, encouraged by youthful human capability, wonder at what their life is like outside work. people so extraordinary like this always shakes up my view of the world a bit, but where does it all land? what does it mean to me? which emotion ultimately prevails? i don't know. it makes me want to walk away from the mirror and not be moved by it, but that's either stupiditiy or laziness. haha. in the end, i think the healthy reaction is to be appreciative of their talent and motivated by their work ethic. learn to love your life and do the best with what you have. then, eat, drink, and be merry. =D
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