Mother always scolds me when I don’t practise the piano or complete my math lessons. But I don’t see what’s wrong with, instead, scouring my atlas and tracing the routes of Magellan and de Soto. I won’t need to know how to play the piano when I’m exploring the world, standing upon my ship with the seawater splashing against my face. I’ll be too busy discovering vast new continents and collecting exotic tales of adventure! If only mothers could understand.
! Remark: “Mind Fragment” posts are fictitious prose, and none of them is about me.