It’s hard to find creativity when you work at a dead end job, selling diabetic test strips over the telephone. When I get home from work, I’m fucking exhausted. I keep telling myself at work that I’m going to write more songs, write more stories, work on a book, get into photography, find a new girlfriend, and so forth. Instead, I play on the Internet, send a few emails, watch a few videos, eat some food, and fall asleep with my dick in my hand.
In our rich society, upward movement isn’t limited by war, poverty, disease, famine, politics. Well, not so much. Then the only thing stopping you from becoming rich, powerful, famous, in love, or whatever else you desire, is your own ability to get up and DO IT.
People are moved by action. Like this blog, writing it makes me feel accomplished. The thought that someone might read it, and enjoy the crazy shit that comes out of my head…that makes me feel happy.
Doing things….do it.
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