Maybe I'm wrong, and maybe the boundaries of real life are closing in, understandably so. But the sense that I'll find satisfaction somewhere within the demographic constraints of success, through socially acceptable means of achievement is sufficiently lacking. That financial scale of accomplishment holds a low priority in he immediate course of prevailing events, selfishly so perhaps. One can't live this way forever and I understand that in the sense of maintaining a certain lifestyle. But towards what ends would I or SHOULD I even be pursuing?
If it's simply a matter of providing for myself, does my destiny necessarily lie in a cubicle, shirt pressed, tie neat and centered, slaving away over numbers and reports day after day, watching the sun skate across the sky through double-paned glass? Safe, but since when has that safety become a handicap on the life you want to live.
Is that not time wasted?
