The old song about how high school high lights are the glory days, the apex of middle class teen existence. For the rest of their lives, these average, struggling ordinary mortals settle for blah lives while reliving briefly in the pub, on Saturday night, their glory days.
Actually, life as a destiny is the dream that you envision, work hard and without interruption for, never ceasing to improve and move forward.
In this vein, high school glory days are but the beginning of your 60 year run of glory days, as you die while peaking as a self-actualizer.
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