We graduate from school where we try to be cool with the sunglasses and all that funk, and what do we graduate to? All that coolness fades away and we dig in for the long, slow fade; a fade to gray and then black like someone’s using a paint box and keeps adding mars black to the palette. We drag ourselves through life. Yeah, life goes on after the thrill is gone as they say. Almost all of us are slaves to a corporate system of some kind. We should seek to reject the eight hour day slog to work and slog back home lifestyle if you can call it a life at all and if at all possible seek the freedom to do what we want to do. It’s not always possible of course depending on circumstances, but even then you can grab on the coattails. You’ve got to find a way out.