Sometimes you need to walk away for a while, ya know? I’d like to say that my time away from the medium allowed me to put things into perspective but, hell, who would I be kidding? All I know is that when I stop putting my thoughts down I feel like I stop becoming a person. Further, my ability to write ends up going to shit.
I feel as though AIMLC needs some explanation, although it does seem pretty self explanatory. It dawned on my a couple of months ago that I was approaching the age of 37. 37 is the half life for Canadian males born in 1977. I quickly learned that the mid-life crisis is more than just a cliché or marketing tool to sell Porches to balding or greying men. It’s akin to being the prototypical late 80’s or early 90’s stereotypical blonde. Being a blonde wasn’t so much a hair colour, but more an attitude. With that in mind, why not embrace the fact that my time is running short, and I have a limited amount of years left in me to get shit done. Fuck. I refuse to roll over and play apathetic. And this? This is a document of it. Now, queue the inspiration quote:
The fear of death follows from the fear of life. A man who lives fully is prepared to die at any time.