In the mean time what do I do?

There has to be a way. In the mean time what do I do? I was always told growing up to get a real job. There is something inside me that makes me different. All of this difference inside me is creativity. I used to think it was just writing. Over the years I have manifested into my physical, mental/emotional and spiritual being. More on that later... It was acceptable once to blame, those I looked to for support rejecting me, as a way to get false serenity. Especially after high hopes that many of those like me get. We love something we create so much we expect someone else to like it to. We live on what we dream will happen: Riches, Fame, a life under our own terms. Then comes the rejection. Many of us quit. I have come to realistically see it as both exposure regardless, and those who quit leave more of an opportunity for me to succeed. What became of me years later conforming to another ones idea of what I should do? I got the degree after all, and now teach. While every day, I must make a personal commitment to live my dream. Years later, something else happened-The Internet. I know what I write has merit for positive social change, and through rejection I am learning to entertain. I know it's a configuration of statistics. Once a million people know who I am I can live off of a percentage of that million. After all, we, you and me ain't so different the only thing separating us from our dreams are a bunch of zeroes.

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