A forty-year-old man uses smiles and tears to look back on the small moments of growing up in the youth of those of us born in the 1980s: confusion, impulsiveness, and hazy feelings.
We are like crops in a field, planted one season after another, growing season after season, harvested season after season, then planted and grown again.
The childhood friends who grew up with us are like birds raised together in a nest. When the time comes for them to fly on their own, they are destined to part and head for their own skies. Some soar like eagles, while others fall before reaching their destination. In the end, each has their own fate.
It all seems destined.
