I used to get a bunch of scabs when I was kid. I was always outside exploring the world, playing sports, and getting dirty.
Adult life is too clean. I can’t get my pants dirty before or during work. Instead, I take a bunch of Instagram pictures of the everyday ruggedness of New York to inspire feelings of mental rebellion.
Sometimes I worry that I’m playing it too safe, that the dirty work is the only way to keep moving forward.
“To survive it is often necessary to fight and to fight you have to dirty yourself.”
– George Orwell
Life is a series of bumps eclipsed by success. But it only gets to be that way through risk and rough patches. Life is a sine wave, after all.