“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…
Question -
Is it weird to miss your ex’s friends?
Piano keys, set me free…
Ebony, ivory… Press down on my sympathy, release demons hidden deep within synapses, far from sight.
Prisoner to your chords, warden of my thoughts. Each key rings an image, a scent, an entire setting…
A passionate instrument of pain, a label to which I praise, a label to which I lament.
A fixed ear listens daily, I beg of you, set me free.
Beautiful day?
With my eyes pointed cloud-ward, rabidly searching for blemishes in a umblemished skyline… One thing has become apparent, as a pessimist who doesn’t like to be labeled such, I’ve let my fear take over. I’ve let the thought of inadequence counter my current aspirations.
Back to the drawing board…
Night flight.
Beautiful, awe inspiring, flight.
A journey without sight, a curled fist lacking might.
No bags needed, just the garments I currently lie in.
No companion required, just friendly thoughts of peace that frolic amongst the wind…
Thoughts of career have disappeared, along with routing numbers, checking numbers and security numbers…
Just me, my garments…my peace.
Beautiful, awe inspiring, flight.
