If practice makes perfect, and no one's perfect, then why practice?
We've turned into a whining society.
Most people are living lives of sort of survival. And constantly posing an existential crisis, either through fantasy or oblivion, really has been pretty much explored in rock and roll. At least in the western version of rock n' roll.
I like my home and I like the nature.
I mean, I'm certainly not a 'teaophyte,' or whatever the word would be.
I feel like I'm always fighting not to repeat myself.