I have a bag full of dirty clothes and I live on around $10 a day plus gas. I swim in any water I see ; rivers, pools, oceans. I get up with the sun and play guitar long into the night. I work one month in three. I don't really need anything.
Choose life. Choose a job. Choose an office. Choose 50 weeks working and 2 weeks off. Choose waking up in the morning and wondering when it's going to pay off. Choose sterile lighting and assholes for colleagues. Choose a new car every three years. Choose a career path. Choose that feeling of dread every day you wake up. Choose baggy eyes and early onset heart disease. Choose following.
Or think it through and choose a beach.
