Kids have so many decisions these days. When I was 18, it was two weeks after my graduation. I was sitting on our porch in Anaconda, Montana. I was widdling away at this stick with a pocket knife, and my Dad came out onto the porch, and he said "Norm, you graduated two weeks ago, so, what are you gonna do? You got two options: You can go to school, or you can work." And that was it. I had two choices.

I don't want perfection. I just want to hope again.

And then you think about all these innocents who fought so hard for their lives during wars, the holocaust, and you ask yourself 'How is it possible for people to be suicidal?' I guess I'm saying life's awful confusing, and the parts that seem like they matter sometimes don't really. And then some things that do matter get burried under layers and layers of habit and routine. It's kind of nice to step back every once in a while and see it from an outsider's view.

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