When I was a child, just looking at playground equipment was enough to make my heart race.
What is the benefit of losing that excitement?
In exchange for the time spent playing with all our might, sweat on our brows, we gained productivity.
Through the smiles of children, we can return to those days.
I touch the yellow wall. No matter how much I rub, no capital is generated. My hands are covered in dust. The sweat that seeps out turns it into mud.