“Stand boldly at the cross roads and make an art of it.”
Your life is your art. Your reality is your escape.
You get to wake up and decide who it is you will serve, what it is you will serve. I often lean toward the things that set my soul on fire. I’ve been quite sleepy for while. A bit of a bore cooped up in the desire to get paid. I can’t serve that master. If there’s one thing I learned over these past two years it is that I was meant for something different.
And now, I’m feeling restless. I’m feeling ready to break some glass windows. I want to hear them shatter across the ground. But to be clear, they must be useless windows, not windows anyone would ever have to pay for. I want to feel the breeze while staring up at the full moon. I want to be chin deep in a hot tub and spill secrets between kisses. I was not designed for the rigid 9 to 5. That shit shriveled up my soul and hung it out dry. For me, 9 to 5’s are a slow erosion. So slow, in fact, that I barely noticed my soul went missing.
What do you love about being alive?
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