At 24

“At sixteen the poet reads Whitman and Homer and wants to be immortal. Alas, at twenty-four the same poet wants to be in The New Yorker.” – Donald Hall

It’s becoming increasingly difficult to live an unambitious life. Not that wanting to be immortal is unambitious. But you know. In a different way.

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4 thoughts on “At 24

  1. anonymous says:

    Can you clarify, what do you mean by this?

    • Lulu says:

      I think privacy is important to the freedom to be unambitious. Wishing to be immortal is symbolic of a private kind of wish. Wishing to be in the New Yorker is symbolic of a kind of exhibitionism – a self consciousness – that takes over as we get older. Ambition in the form of achievements and accolades is what I mean.

      • anonymous says:

        Interesting, I’ve been thinking it’s the opposite. That we pressure kids to get lots of awards and accolades and lines on their resume, but as you grow older it’s the substance of your work that counts and speaks for itself. Maybe that’s naive.

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