Destruction takes seconds; creativity takes time.
It takes the tragic death of a good person to make us stop rationalizing and start sitting in the brokenness and pain of our human condition.
The good ones are the exception, not the typical. I was expecting the good ones to be the typical. When I found the opposite, it was hard to let go of my expectations and accept the reality of my career instead of the fantasy I had built up in my head for years.
"But I like to think that as long as my heart is beating, that my lungs are breathing, that my body’s working that I have some sort of purpose in the world…even when I don’t know what it is.”