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No. And McCartney wrote that for a Bond movie. Has nothing to do with the topic of this thread. Lennon not cranking out albums and becoming a house husband is exactly what this thread is about. But, you don't understand any of it.




What don't I understand, Charin? What it is like to be frustrated and frightened about being unable to cope with life? Or believing that the goal of life is to live like an elementary school student on summer vacation?


Life does not frighten me, hurt me, depress me, make me want to anesthetize myself, feel like a "Rat Race" or make me want to run away into the woods. It invigorates me, makes me feel useful and productive and happy to be alive.

It isn't complicated: I enjoy what I do.

Hiding in an RV watching porno and counting the minutes until my death because I don't do anything in life worthwhile or productive or enjoyable is not my idea of salvation, it is my idea of a life not worth living. But then again, live and let die?
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