Dying to Live Again: ASD After 30

Let me out.

The way I see it, when we are born, we are rapidly ushered onto an elevator, each year of life a floor. With each ding, we are rushed by more and more people. The lift is filled with narrow thoughts, words, and ideas. There is nowhere else to turn as we ascend to the floors with the bigger views, and the better office space. But it’s always about making it higher and higher for everyone around me. And there is this penthouse for…