survivor

Once, as a precocious teen, I wrote about the difference between being alive and living. And I see that all around me, especially from monday through friday, are individuals who are alive and nothing more. Sadly they are resigned to this existence, finding victory in survival. “We’ve survived until December”- they say. Survived. As if life is a combat zone. A drive-by. An accident. My profession must be more than something I survive. My day must be more than a finish line. I’ve got to find a way to live.

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