As long as we keep chasing time, we'll continue running and run out of it. That's the weather of late.
I don't identify with a place that reeks of overachievers who want careers to justify themselves. I'm really okay with just being myself, not everything and not nothing. I don't want to be in the market, under demand, nor a need, nor a want. I'm not a commodity.
This does not place me above or under you because our moral codes should never be a hierarchy.
I'm resigning to fate.
Will I sing the same tune like a broken record when I run out of the money I've exchanged for my misery? Live today, suffer tomorrow? Only one way to find out.