Sometimes I think this weed growing this isn't for me, that I shouldn't risk a felony, and I should go to get a straight job. Then I think "who are you kidding, you'd commit suicide within a month at a real job." I'm an academic superstar but have zero desire to go to grad school and become a professor. The only thing I've ever felt real joy from is the harvest of my plants. Yet, if that plan were to go sour, that's it's. Game over. You've got a felony. Right when you get out of prison you have to grow again, because no one else will hire you.
Life is hard as fuck.
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life is only as complicated as you make it.
if you have a passion for growing, no cubicle job is ever gonna suffice. Do what you have to do to make sure you wake up with a smile on your face every day.