You Gotta Know When To Hold ‘Em
As a child, I remember the anticipation that came with opening packs of baseball cards. Every pack carried the possibility of pulling my favorite player. Completing the set for the year felt like the ultimate achievement. The goal wasn’t profit. It wasn’t status. It was completion. Collecting was simple back then. The excitement came from the chase, but the meaning came from finishing something you started. A binder page filling up card by card. A