Adults don’t play for a living – we work. They tell us we need to do this work in order to be responsible members of society, to be worthy. This work, for the vast majority of us is toil, effort, something we’d rather not do. Something that has become a means to achieve an end.
I’d like to say I couldn’t give a flying fuck what anyone else thinks of what I write about, but that’s not entirely true. However, it is here, because I’ve given myself the freedom for it to be so. I’ve given myself the freedom to write from the heart about things I care about, and really that just boils down to one thing…