Be a degenerate. Be a monk.

In my 20’s I thought being an artist was just about making reckless choices and then writing about them.

Oops.

But then I had a phase where I stopped taking chances all together. The consequences of my recklessness were too much.

Nope.

The solution, per usual, is in that lame ass middle.

Take chances.
Take pauses.

Take risks.

Take lessons

from your mistakes.

Take inventory.

Take care.

Of yourself.

Of those around you.

Of your spirit.

Of your craft.

Of your smile.

Breath.

Fucking, breath.

Breath more than you think you have to.

Be a degenerate. Be a monk. Be a manic. Be a saint. Be a gambler. Be rehab.

Be yourself. Be yourself. Be yourself.