A lot of us are looking for something to nourish, to love, to attend to, and it’s a natural compulsion that grows stronger as we age. It’s something I think about in my late-twenties: to what, or who, do I want to come home? When I trudge back to my flat after a long day at the office, what do I have to look forward to? At some point in your life, you make a choice about what’s going to be waiting for you when you open your front door. Here are some of the options, as I see them:
C) HUMAN PERSON
I chose D.