“My dear, Find what you love and let it kill you. Let it drain from you your all. Let it cling onto your back and weigh you down into eventual nothingness… Let it kill you, and let it devour your remains. For all things will kill you, both slowly and fastly, but it’s much better to be killed by a lover. Falsely yours, Henry Charles Bukowski ”
This is how I want to start living my life. I feel like I'm always trying to get every day of my life over with, wishing for my next day off. Lately I've felt so empty. I want to find my true passion and purpose so I actually look forward to each day.