Lately my patience
has been riding the razor's edge
of
thin.
Behind the wheel I wear
warpaint.
I get into struggles
of will with
someone on
a daily
basis.
The cocktail mix of
seventeen hour days,
lack of sleep,
and a ruthless drive to hustle
is making me
slightly
unpleasant.
Here is how the world really looks
underneath all of that rat race and
Maybelline:
You are a human being on a lush and vibrant planet.
Your only non-negotiable is
that you must work the land in order to
eat.
Otherwise -
you are free to learn,
free to discover,
and free to commune
with those
like you.
Your career isn't real
and your forty hour work week is
a mild form
of
slavery.
However the times are not a-changing
tomorrow begins anew.
I hope to break seventy hours
this week.
See you then.
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