Although I didn't write myself off as a complete failure, all illusion and romance was gone. I was no longer able to inflate myself; I had disappointed my own expectations and was genuinely worried about dying in the streets.

If I want to build wealth to transfer to the next generation, I can let it grow on a tax-free basis.

Is it so wrong to just live life and enjoy it? Between fun and function, why must we choose the latter?

The masses-I love em-they rush for red lights, risking everything to capture a few seconds, only to get home and waste their lives.

Perhaps the price of comfort is that life passes more rapidly. But for anyone who has lived in uneasiness, even for a short, memorable duration, it's a trade-off that will gladly be made.

Stressful jobs, loveless marriages, bad food-most people kill themselves slowly every day.

I lay in bed and watched moments break into phenomenal particles of panic and could actually see the divine crack of God’s ass as he completely turned his back on me.