Fight Club

It’s only after we’ve lost everything that we’re free to do anything.

You are not your job, you’re not how much money you have in the bank. You are not the car you drive. You’re not the contents of your wallet. You are not your fucking khakis. You are all singing, all dancing crap of the world.

You are not special. You’re not a beautiful and unique snowflake. You’re the same decaying organic matter as everything else.