This is a luxury of having spent my life doing what I love, the cost of that.

It sucks.

I'm not blind.

I'm not numb to the pain.

I would argue I'm more conscious of it than anybody else.

But I'm also more conscious of what that gives me.

And when I'm done with this, that will be what it is and I'll find a way.

But there's something inside of me propelling that I'm not going to give up until the wheels fall off.

That's what I'm made of.

And I wish I see all the arguments against it.

But I wish I could relate the intangibles to you.

My guess is that we're all built the same.

None of us are completely stupid.

A little deranged.

I think it's strong argument.

I do.

But ultimately, we also know what we have.

And to go and lay down in that sense of it.

That's like embracing what we've done with our lives.

You know?

Same way.

Now the sun is on up to the ground.

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