Finding the space between work, sleep, eat to do the only thing that keeps you going. I was never meant to be kept quite. Never much for partying. My release is different. There's something to be said about the passionate. I will always admire those who do what they love. Someone who can dedicate there life to being happy. I currently have half the hours in my week dedicated to being a mindless slob of a capitalist. And I can justify it just about anyway I find how but it doesn't make me happier. Yes, it's nice to have somewhere warm to sleep. Yes, it's nice not having to check my bank account before I go grocery shopping. It's nice to be able to pay back all that money I borrowed. It's all so Minnesota Nice.
So am I selfish for not being satisfied?
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