You know what? No. You SHOULD live to work. Work for something that ignites you. Don’t be cinder. Don’t be ash. Wake up and run. Not away from anything, but towards your obstacles. Leap over pockets of lava. Blow through the grey nimbus. Don’t glue your wings. Sew them in. Make them a part of you.

And once you’ve laid ruins to your inaction and doubt, you’ll be able to paint your canvas just how you like.

Paint it black. Or white. Or grey.

Do whatever you want.