When I was a kid or before thinking about a life, I thought an adult means just a grown-up. Frankly, the word, “Adult”, was a keyword for searching a vulgar stuff then. Sorry for disappointing, I was a really healthy and vigorous boy. After I was quest of a well recompense job, which is not able to be the most importance consideration, but still top-graded element, thinking about life and death well has been a crucial part of me, grown-up cannot be equated to meaning an adult next.
I don’t want to tell you a recondite story, I am incapable to proceed an profound, speculative subject. I am definitely a scientific, mathematical person. I’m just willing to introduce an article, Why are Adults so busy?. It is easily readable and well written, and also being formed with fascinating cases each of which is calculating the time spent for a functioning adult life approximately. Not all properties are able to be receptive, but these are plausible and believable. Just read for fun.
However, it is certainly right that the time is always a lack of fulfilling my desire.
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