Shit I’ve learned about myself, 34th Edition
The biggest revelation of 34 has been this: I have no fucking clue what I want in life.
The biggest revelation of 34 has been this: I have no fucking clue what I want in life.
I’ve thought a bit about the interplay between shit and the sublime over the course of my travels. But it’s only over the last week that I’ve come to truly appreciate the essential role that shit – whether figurative or literal – plays in the cultivation of a rich, meaningful existence.