Life.

Dear Readers,

Choose Life. Choose a job. Choose a career. Choose marriage. Choose a fucking big television, choose washing machines, cars, compact disc players and electrical tin openers. Choose good health, low cholesterol, and dental insurance. Choose spending on her superficial materialistic desires. Choose fixed interest mortgage repayments. Choose a starter home. Choose your friends. Choose leisurewear and matching luggage. Choose a 5-star suite every week in Las Vegas. Choose divorce. Choose eating expensive food. Choose a high-flying superficial lifestyle filled with fake friends looking to use you. Choose following the rich around. Choose bossing shop assistants making them feel tiny. Choose smiling and dying inside every single day. Choose marriage to a stripper. Choose finding out she's underage, get fucked over losing half of what you own. Choose wondering who the fuck you are on Sunday morning. Choose gambling it all away. Choose living in a wooden house filled with rats sitting on that couch watching mind-numbing demoralizing, spirit-crushing game shows, stuffing fucking junk food into your mouth. Choose feeling dead inside. Choose crystal meth. Choose rotting away at the end of it all, pissing your last in a miserable home, becoming nothing more than an embarrassment fat ass fucking up your little kid's future you reproduced to replace yourself. Choose discovering music. Choose Living. Choose becoming a singer at the age of 39. Choose chasing your dreams.. a little too late. Choose a Life filled with pain, suicide and death, filled with regrets.

I find myself these days, tired, lost and confused.. but I am walking. I am learning. I am changing, I am trying, I am loving, I am hating, I am crying, I am meeting new people everyday, I am Living without regrets, and I am not dying inside.

My superficial Life meeting fucking pricks with fake smiles has ended, and my Journey has begun.

Truth is, Life is materialistic, and everybody out there is wanting to use and to be used. Everyone is out to get you, but you can stop it. You can mold it to one with your tiny fingers, or big hands.

Life isn't about maintaining an image of something you're not, looking hard to profit off someone, and jumping on every opportunity that comes by, it's a journey to find yourself, your soul, it's about making friends who will actually give a damn about what you're doing to yourself, it's about sharing knowledge, working hard, and teaching young ones new things, it's about learning how to care, while being careful not to get fucked over by a fake, plastic people wearing Gucci suits zombies driving BMWs feeling dead inside.

~Sam