Making the decision to leave behind a secure job to pursue some higher level of happiness. I have a thousand fears engraved on my bones, but if I continue to let them ruin me what have I accomplished? I’ve been trying to define what drives me, trying to explain what I want out of life, but doing so at a stand still hasn’t given me any sort of clarity. All I know is that I need a greater purpose. I am going to go, exposed and uncertain of everything except my inherent need to find my true self.
"Get scared. It will do you good. Smoke a bit, stare blankly at some ceilings, beat your head against some walls, refuse to see some people, paint and write. Get scared some more. Allow your little mind to do nothing but function. Stay inside, go out - I don’t care what you’ll do; but stay scared as hell. You will never be able to experience everything. So, please, do poetic justice to your soul and simply experience yourself."
Happy birthday, Albert Camus.