I dont know whether to say if life is shitty or if it is beautiful. After getting fired 3 times in a row, you start to wonder if you can actually hold down a steady job. and the fact is, is that those words jump in your mind after they have been said. And for weeks, you wake up in the morning asking yourself, if some where in the process you really did deserve all of this. Today I went to the Georgia Travis Center for my service project, and I forgot all about my stress... or bullshit. It brought me to think about what these type of people have to go through every day. And loosing a job, doesnt seem as bad as not knowing where your going to sleep at night, or where your next meal is going to come from. Waiting in hot rooms, watching sordid movies that case workers brought from their homes in the 1990 when they initially got the job. I wish I could change it all, and I wish that it didnt have to be this way. That people who rule the world and snort ounces of coke would be switched out with the ones who have some glimmer in their eye for the rest of humanity.
Now I can write about my sorrows for days, but it wont cut it, it wont do anything. and it definitely wont get me any where. I was put on this earth to be a legend, and if I can see it in my future than I can make it a reality in the present. If you are going through a rough patch like this one, remember who you are, remember who brought you here and remember that you were put on this earth not to make money or work for some fat bastard. YOU ARE HERE TO EXPERIENCE
TPQ
