At a certain point I just decided…

“You know what? Fuck these people. I am the architect of my own life.”

It happened shortly after my father’s death.

I wish I had the courage to break away before then, but I just didn’t.

At that time I had to do what I needed to do in order to be a “good” son.

His death shook me awake.

“I’m dying too, just slowly. This is all temporary… time to get to work.”