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“Go to work, go to church, let your dreams die”
The essence of employment is based on the principal of being paid to stay away from your family, yeah I said it! Sure there are trades that promote knowledge of a particular skill… that in turn could ultimately prove useful in life. However, I simply ask, does this skill supersede one’s time with their loved ones? I say this because at 26 I find myself in quite the situation. Sure I’m college educated, yes I also have certification in one of said “skills”, but I long for the days when work means taking out the garbage, changing the oil in the family car. 9-5? This is the American dream? Naturally my critics will carve a socialistic purpose out of my message, to them I ask, should I be excited about working the next 41 years of my life? To put this in perspective, imagine working at a job for 9.7 years…never taking a break, 24/7. This is the total amount of work I need to put in to reach the mandated retirement age. I’ll be 67 years old, limp dick and all, yet free to look back on all the time I wasted making someone else’s dreams come true. My career folks, whom define themselves as different from us “regular job” people, share this same burden. Different pay scale, same burden…
Is there a better way? Yes. Do I know this better way completely? No. Lord knows I’m open to suggestions though. I’ve debated and discussed this countless times with my peers and loved ones, all different types of answers come about. You make speak… Miss me with that “find something you love” bologna though…
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(Source: things-i-tell-myself, via behyuhpurple)
♪♪♪♪Dyamond's Realm♪♪♪: Bad Blood »
I’m currently watching a documentary, Bad Blood: A Cautionary Tale, which tells the story of the hemophiliac community during the 80’s. At a time when the AIDS crisis was hitting its peak silently, it wasn’t just gay man (as the stigma of the time) that was being infected by the syndrome. A…
Says so much…
When does “you’ll get over it” begin?”
What more needs to be said.
Might be a lone wolf, but I’m never too far from the scent of a sheep…”
— B.M.
Here we go, now
Deep diving head first into the unknown, it’s natural to be overcome by infectious thoughts of success, behind the scene however, my steadfast approach warns me of life’s morbidity.
I approach humanity as I approach writing, I just kind of go with the flow. That flow has led me into and out of many lives, some I regret…others not so much.
Days, weeks, months, years… I Iong for a connection, a connection that I’m not yet able to describe, a bond that has no limits nor restraints. A spiritual and physical dance, a partner without a face. It’s my favorite song, and it stays on repeat mentally.
I’ve been here before, many times even. For now though, my approach will remain the same…steadfast into the unknown.
