Is it important to love the job you’re doing? Or is it more important to make money, just enough to get by? Our economy makes this decision for most of us, but, what matters deep down?
For me, I want to love my job. I want to create things, beautiful things and get paid for it. All things aside I would love to paint pictures, do photography, write novels, or even just raising children which is the most beautiful fulfilling creation of them all. There’s a some what whimsical romanticism to art in all of its various forms. The beauty in it is astounding.
My head is filled with these wonderous desires…..and then I see the grocery list, the bill for daycare, and realize rents due. Reality crushes me without guilt and it hits hard most times.
Then I go on living like we all do, trying to be content in the mundane life.
I am the Master of my Fate 