enough of self imposed slavery

Secret desires - they fill my work day. All the things I might be doing, all the places I could well be. This desk, this chair, these screens, these people - carrying nothing but contempt around all day. When really it was my choice to place luxury above the pursuit of my dreams and aspirations.
Well now I'm ready, fly out the window, set this 9-5 life on fire and not look back.

what you love, what you are good at.

If you are lucky enough to earn a living from what doing that which you love, then you must be good at it and it's probably just that - luck. Work is not hard if you love something, work is not hard if you are good at something. If you "put shoes on your feet and food on your table"* doing what you love and what you are good at, you probably don't work. Work is waking up with dread ahead of the day. It's pushing yourself out of bed, into the shower, out the door and in through another. It's not wanting to go to bed because you know when the alarm sounds you know you have to do it over again. So if I can't get paid to do that which I love and that which I'm good at; I'll sit here and let others who pay me little for worthlessness to do it instead.
They take my liberty and give it back in installments, why should I not take some time for that which I love and that what I'm good at too?

Be a good day. Let this be a good day...

*Retun of the Jedi - Reuben

Now

It has to be done now. It is demanded, as much by others as myself. The desire has grown too strong to resist. Words have to be spilled, ordered and contorted to fill this page ready for eyes to consume, causing discourse and further contortion by minds. So it begins, again. It never stops starting. I’ll take first steps till I cease my stumble and fall the final time. Fresh ground is the only surface worthy of these footprints. Emptiness the only space that appeals to be filled. The new is the future in the present and that is where we find ourselves. Once more, here again in this instant, grasping at that which has already gone, again.

Did you catch it? Don’t go back and look for it. It’s not there, the key to all this. If the answer is not found in the question, it was in the space that followed. When you look back it’s gone, when you look back you are missing it, again. This is now.

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