conversations with myself & co.
Go ahead:
Travel the world.
Take a few pictures while you’re at it.
Make beautiful music. Write captivating words. Make people think. Party like its 1999, take a nap and do it again. Make great friends. Make lots of money. Spend lots of money. And then realize…
That you’re still the same shitty person you were at the beginning of this whole story.
It’s what you do that defines you … And you’ve done enough to define yourself as something terrible.