I’m not afraid of working some 9-5 corporate job. I’m not afraid of wearing the shoes, the collared shirt, the tie. I can survive that.
What I’m afraid of is it sneaking up on me. I’m afraid of the attitude, the culture, seeping into my bones. I’m afraid of unconsciously living the phrase “Time is money.” I’m afraid of losing all semblance of motivation, of drive, that isn’t derived from being a good little worker bee. I’m afraid of waking up one day and realizing I’ve stopped living and started dying. I’ve afraid of going to bed a writer and waking up a former one.
“Never apologize for how you feel. No one can control how they feel. The sun doesn’t apologize for being the sun. The rain doesn’t say sorry for falling. Feelings just are”— Iain S. Thomas, Intentional Dissonance (via stevenbong)