This afternoon another wonderful week off ended. It sucks, a whole week ahead of me and nothing but work. I want so badly to move to Orlando and get things going, but I am sooo broke right now and I just don't know that there is an end in sight. I need to find that thing. That thing that Pablo and I can do to enjoy making a living. I realize that most people struggle from paycheck to paycheck, I realize that most people don't like going to work, I realize that most people need to suck it the fuck up and, as George Carlin says, "drop some of your needs!" I also realize that I am not most people. I am willing to work hard, but I think that the commitment of working hard for what I want, having expectations and aspirations of comfort (and not great wealth or anything like that), and being smarter than the proverbial, "most people" means that if I really dig, there has got to be something better out there. Someone could say that I should have gone to college, blah blah blah...for what? In many cases to make the same or less than I make now to do something I would likely dislike even more.
I need that thing. That magical thing. The idea, the concept, the invention, etc. I know it might seem idealistic, but while all good fortune takes a hint of luck, those who are determined have, in the past, found their thing. I want to commit the majority of my available being to finding that thing. If others can find it, so can I. I will reform myself however I need to in order to find my thing.
I need that thing. That magical thing. The idea, the concept, the invention, etc. I know it might seem idealistic, but while all good fortune takes a hint of luck, those who are determined have, in the past, found their thing. I want to commit the majority of my available being to finding that thing. If others can find it, so can I. I will reform myself however I need to in order to find my thing.