Oscar had made up his mind. Now came the harder question: what exactly should he do?The world offered no shortage of worthwhile pursuits. Nearly any path, carried far enough, could contribute something to human life. The real question was which path to choose.He thought about the people whose names had outlived them. Most had started young. Something had stirred them, some spark of curiosity, anger, or wonder, and they had committed themselves to a single path and remained on it. Day after day, year after year, until eventually, something lasting came from it.The ones who never broke through vanished completely. No one remembered their names. Their work disappeared into the foundation, unseen and unrecognized.The people who finally stood in the light were rarely the ones who had worked alone. They were simply the last links in long chains of people, each pushing a little farther than the last. Thousands of hands, and one name at the end.He had only a few months left."Is the
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