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  • Today I have decided to quit being an adult. This make-believe world of business suits, car payments, and Starbucks has gotten in the way of my living. I lie on my bed and feel the softest blanket underneath my hand and wonder when was the last time I actually felt anything.

    I have felt more life and joy in this world when I have rested on a bed of tufted grass, sweet from the heat and warm from the canopy of the sun, imagining worlds of people and interactions in my mind.

    What makes me who I am is not my ability to buy stocks. Or the amount of companies I have listed on my resume. It is the stored happiness from tender moments I have experienced with past loves. It is the stirring of humanity when seeing the shocking blueness of the old man's eyes on the subway last year. It is the moments of real connection. The evocation of empathy, desire, heartache, trust, excitement, kindness, and dissatisfation.

    So I have made the conscious decision to exit the door of the 16 storey building that has become my every day, and to not re-enter.

    If they should come looking for me, I'll be the one living, on tufted grass.
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