It was around Christmas of 1984, and I was completing my national service in the army, and was to face the world in a few days. I was a high-school (what we call junior college here) dropout, with no university to go to, and no job in sight.
In a world where instant material success is celebrated, even if such success is often short-lived, those of us who seek longevity and sustainability have always looked elsewhere.
The rise of “reality TV” has rallied some people to cheer meteoric rises, whether to fame, to wealth, or even the drastic and unhealthy means to slim down. But should we?