If You Have No Home for Hate, You Have No Home for Love Either
Try to expel hate, and it will wander, scavenging for scraps, surviving by any means necessary, wounds festering, world-weariness feeding a determination that has become destiny, identity, a crutch to lean upon while staggering on, surrounded by chaos.
...that the question “What do I want my life to look like in my sixth decade?” is more important than the search for money, notoriety, or achievement. Deprioritize income and focus on outcome.