Yeah. We're fed up with the lives cut short. The overdoses. The suicides. The hearts that quit too soon. We've carried enough caskets.
There's another kind of early loss that still has a pulse. The premature, unwanted loss of the things that make you feel alive.
- your knees keep you against the wall while you still want in
- the shows disappear because your ears are already ringing
- the instrument stays in its case because your body cannot keep up anymore
- you stop showing up as yourself because explaining yourself got exhausting
Walking away because you're finished is your call. Getting benched while you still want the life, by your body, your money, shame, lousy access, or care that never understood you, that's what we're talking about.
nothing else gets to decide when you're done. fuck that.