I would suggest that you go and support all bold things. There are really only a handful of plots or situations in the world, and we only expand upon them when we risk something. One’s art—not to mention one’s heart—shrivels if you have too rigid an expectation for everything you see or read or hear. You do not know everything; you have not seen everything. Surprise yourself. Let others surprise you. Get out more. See everything. Love it. Argue about it. Take the shards from what you saw and apply it to what you’re working on. Pass it on. Meet the deadline. Go to the pale judgment. There is no mystery to how these things begin or how they are implemented. The mystery is when it all works.
…we stayed together because we kept waking up in the morning wanting to be together another day…
NYT Modern Love’s ”Waiting Patiently for the Wall to Crumble”
This seems like a nice reconciliation of the desire to live one day at a time and the need to plan for the future.
If someone were to die at the age of 63 after a lifelong battle with MS or Sickle Cell, we’d all say they were a “fighter” or an “inspiration.” But when someone dies after a lifelong battle with severe mental illness and drug addiction, we say it was a tragedy and tell everyone “don’t be like him, please seek help.” That’s bullshit. Robin Williams sought help his entire life. He saw a psychiatrist. He quit drinking. He went to rehab. He did this for decades. That’s HOW he made it to 63. For some people, 63 is a fucking miracle. I know several people who didn’t make it past 23 and I’d do anything to have 40 more years with them.