This is the greatest momemt of your life and your out missing it

As an artist you organize your life so that you get a chance to paint, a window of time, but that's no guarantee you'll create anything worth all your effort. You're always haunt by the idea you're wasting your life.

As a lower-class kid, I was raised to think success would be owning stuff. Having that great job, too. Now I find my parents' dream was wrong. You never really own anything. And you're never really finished as a person.

The air will always be to filled with something. Your body too sore or tired. Your father too drunk. Your wife too cold. You will always have some excuse not to live your life.

It's nice to see something more pathetic than I feel right now.

After you hear even the shortest great story, it should fill you with a little bit of fear.

Now is the autumn of our ennui.