I think one of the saddest things about modern childhood is the loss of cartoons as inheritance. I grew up watching Scooby-Doo reruns decades after it first aired. Kids today have more content than ever, but perhaps less shared cultural inheritance across generations.
When I was like 23 I read this pretty simple book about Buddhism called “There Is Nothing Wrong With You”, the gist of which is this tweet - what if you loved yourself exactly as you are right now - and it legit changed my life. Brand new concept, legit revelatory.
Last night I took my daughter for a walk so she could say goodnight to the neighborhood stray cats, and that one thirty minute period of my life was more meaningful and valuable than every minute of Kevin O'Leary's life put together