is the very hardest thing anyone can ever do. I can articulately romanticize it but I’m still remarkably terrible at it. It’s just so obnoxious and cumbersome. There is no impulsive gratification, and you lose track of it for a second and it seems like you have to start over from nothing. Its spinnable into all sorts of things that can seem pleasant, but you still have to break that shell. And for my part, the main part, looking up at some great amount of timeline left to make sense of – I must start being who I am instead of who I’ve become. That’s how you refuse to forfeit a second of your non-never-ending life.

“And so we beat on…boats against the current…” but instead born forward ceaselessly into the future, as far as hard work and blind optimism can take us.