Much time has past since I have even felt the urge to write anything down in this little electronic scrapbook of mine…far too much time. Getting caught up in the everyday humdrum that is the “A shift” can not only be physically draining (depending on what lucky “career” one has settled for) but more importantly it is mentally and emotionally exhaustive. If there were ever a reason to wonder why we as a society love to get blasted drunk on our days off, all one need do is spend an ample amount of their daily existence settling on some menial way to pay their rent. Of course I do not speak for everyone here, some folks are quite content mowing lawns or working in a warehouse, I am just not one of them. I feel like I’m treading mediocre waters in which nothing has been ventured and nothing gained, and it’s feels like cold, stagnate death.
I know I am destined for something more rewarding than the monotonous life of punching a clock. I feel it, way deep down, a hunger long since unsatiated for something greater and grander in design. Not that I have any necessary designs on being some famous name strung up high in the marquee for all to gawk at, just simply something I can feel intellectually satisfied with. I’ve been unofficially out of university for close to three years now, and the best possible face I can put on my life since is that I’ve only been capable of procrastination. Now the writer, thinker, philosopher, and intellectual in me hungers for more and there can be no more pulling back on the reigns of progress. NO MORE PROCRASTINATING!
“If you’re not afraid of your goals, then they aren’t big enough.”