“I stopped in the middle of that building and I saw — the sky. I
saw the things that I love in this world. The work and the food and time
time to sit and smoke. And I looked at the pen and said to myself, what
the hell am I grabbing this for? Why am I trying to become what I don't
want to be? What am I doing in an office, making a contemptuous,
begging fool of myself, when all I want is out there, waiting for me the
minute I say I know who I am! Why can't I say that, Willy?”
Thursday, August 21, 2025
“Why am I trying to become what I don’t want to be … when all I want is out there, waiting for me the minute I say I know who I am.” ― Arthur Miller, Death of a Salesman
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