I hate how every moment of your life is spent to prepare for the future. I hate how everyone is pleased with their by-the-book lives and simply want a nice house with a pool, 2 & ½ children, and a bunch of shit they don’t need. Their lives are like glass vases when the slightest bump makes them fall and break into a million little fragments.
Life isn’t about perfection: it’s about making perfection from those fragments.