I am tired. At least currently.
Burning Candles at both ends sort of tired.
How else is there to live?
So many people seem to save themselves from the “Horrors” of work. Fucking Idiots. It’s all about the pursuit. The voyage. The getting there sort of fucking thing. That’s the best part. That’s the part you want. When your mind is burned and muscles are sore, bones crackle and pop and your body practically shudders under the weight of existence;
Now you know you’re doing something.