From What I Understand Death is like going to Albany

Ok bear with me on this one. The truth of the matter is that we have but one absolutely collective fate. We Will Die. No avoiding it. Can't stop it. That's it.

But we should treat death like going to Albany. I was heading to albany from saratoga via Nick and this ratty ass izuzu. Thus is life. We have one place we must Go. We have our road. that must be gone to. But we should not fear this necessity. We shall not loathe it. Avoid it. Dodge it. We must not embrace it. Accept it. or Love it.

We must take our road and not even love the road. love what you see and feel and touch on this road.

I am at a yet another crossroads. My dad has said unto me that it may be best if i got in to real estate with him when I graduate.

It's not a bad option. i'll make a living with time to spare to paint. you know it might all work out. but the truth of it. Is it seems half ass. non-committal purgatory of life.

Or at least I feel like when i am trying to make my big break. To leap from artist-real estate. It'll always get stopped by life. Life will become normalized. Easy. Laizze. And lame. It'll be as if i never left school. Never left the backyard. Not because only my father is there. Or it's chicago. But because it won't be daring enough.

I don't believe my road to death leads that way. That would be my road to a life of purgatory. I would rot. My life divested of it's life.

Maybe i am dramatizing but this might be it.