I worry about the wrong things. Because they're easier to fret over. The important things get left by the wayside, untended to but unavoidable. Things that never seem to go away. Things whose definitions become sharper and more defined as time passes. I'm not here because I don't want to be here. I need to remember that.


"he never wasted anything. he had talent so he shared it. never wasted time because he said that was all there was."

wow....