We graduate from school where
we try to be cool with the sunglasses and all that funk, and what do we
graduate to? All that coolness fades away and we dig in for the long, slow
fade; a fade to gray and then black like someone’s using a paint box and keeps
adding mars black to the palette. We drag ourselves through life. Yeah, life
goes on after the thrill is gone as they say. Almost all of us are slaves to a
corporate system of some kind. We should seek to reject the eight hour day slog to work and slog back home lifestyle if
you can call it a life at all and if at all possible seek the freedom to do
what we want to do. It’s not always possible of course depending on
circumstances, but even then you can grab on the coattails. You’ve got to find
a way out.
