Working towards something – I wonder if that’s an artificial concept induced by spending the first two decades of your Life in school. I know it can distort your head into constantly looking for some sort of external gold star or approval.
Possibly Life as path rather than tiers? Progression of Living rather than goals and end points. My end point was sort of to do what I’m doing and I’m not quite sure what my next waystation is.
Ploo. More thoughts later when I don’t have to play a gig.
Independence Day in Spanish is funny.
