It’s come to my attention that I have potential as a writer. I’ve received generally positive feedback after showing some of my pieces of friends and various professionals. I am by no means a professional writer, but it would seem the raw materials are there to craft one.
As with 99% of my endeavors I lack focus and conviction. I’ll be honest and admit that I’ve failed every standardized writing test I’ve encountered in my nearly two decades of education (my God has it been that long). Then, wasn’t Albert Einstein thought to be autistic and nearly held back a grade or three?
How is this a relevant topic? I’ll tell you how! I’m going to give it a go, writing that is. I’m going to give it a damn good try and if I fall flat on my face…well…I can say I’ve made a go of it and had a grand adventure in the interim.
Folks don’t go all in for things anymore. They save at least a little part of themselves for something else, a glimmer of hope for something better perhaps. Again I fear it is a sign of the times. Having the economic boom of the past few decades come to a grinding, screeching, job shattering halt has made everyone a little uneasy. We’re spending less and saving more and in the process we’re missing out on life.
What purpose does this mortal toil serve if not to ingratiate ourselves? Yes, yes by all means put a little cash in the sock drawer for an emergency but live a little! We have a very very short time on this Earth and it’s not made any longer by squirreling away money and possessions, though it could be argued that it goes by faster if you’re having a good time (but who cares).
Bottom line, get out there and do something. Find joy in something unexpected. Get mixed up in an adventure, even one so small as getting lost twixt here and the market because you fancied a stop at the sweets stand on the way. Oh and P.S., you don’t have to spend money to enjoy the little things.