An uncomfortable truth that sounds even more ugly when I put it into words: there isn’t a single person in this world that I respect who has clean hands.
I count among my people anyone who isn’t afraid to dive into their work, even if it means making a bit of a mess. Anyone who never lets their hands stay clean long enough to forget what it’s like to have buried in the dirt that is work.
Everyone else is a daydreamer. A tourist. A bystander. A spectator. A consumer.
There’s nothing wrong with any of that, of course. It’s just hard for me to relate, and I’m the type that would probably track mud all over your nice clean carpets, anyway.