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The older I get, the more sensitive I am. The “fuck you” attitude of my youth has been replaced with “please understand why this hurts my feelings”… And I feel as if I care more about others, as well.
The world seems to have changed, too. We’re globally on edge… Alert, aware, afraid of strangers with weapons of mass destruction.
Is it even worth it to dream anymore? Do my “career goals” matter? Or will it all end at the hands of W-A-R??? Charles Bukowski famously said, “Find what you love and let it kill you.”
What if you spend all your time working on what you love, only to die an early and tragic death by some suicide bomber? Does it even matter anymore? Or have we moved into a new era of suffering with no end in sight? If we were “lucky” enough to see into the future, to see The End, would you really show up to your shitty retail job tomorrow?
Just a thought. Perhaps it is time to wake up and start living like tomorrow will never come, because now, more than ever before, we have reason to believe that won’t.
- Get pregnant, quit yer job, rip your jeans, smoke a joint, swim in the ocean, tell your family you love them, see Green Day live, and don’t forget to CHILL.
S.M.
