Living with workaholic fear is for chumps

Too Long; Didn't Read

I am deathly afraid of finding myself having reached old age as little else other than a passenger through life and a critic of a world begging to play. The albatross of invention is almost certainly how much time inventors spend inside their heads living in worlds that don’t exist. I’m afraid if I don’t work hard enough I’ll be stuck here — as a passenger and a critic — drowning in a sea of dreams that never got to grow up into art.