Quotes from emails I sent someone a long time ago.
Comfort = Death. Little deaths each time. You have to trash things and start over if it's not working. Don't worry about repercussions. Sort those out when you get where you want to be, on the other side. Don't worry about losing friends. The real ones will always pull through for you. But these are VERY rare and you should not hope or expect certain people to follow you down your paths. Assume they WON'T and focus on yourself; you will only be pleasantly surprised in the future if some actually do. Do what you have to do. Have fun if you need it. Do crazy shit if it means shaking the foundation of your 'cozy little life' because sometimes it is the coils of a snake slowly drawing your life away as you cling to its comfort and consistency
