I used to have all kinds of cool cat aspirations. Be a concept artist. A professional creative. How wonderful would that be?
Now I realize what I really want is to just somehow fall into enough money to live a lower middle class lifestyle. Nothing big and ritzy, not a lot of chance for that. Just a small ho-hum sum of money.
I guess the idea of the whole "If you're happy, you'll never work a day in your life" thing is pretty sweet. Ya' know, imagine that if you didn't have to do anything, what would you do, and then you can just get that job and bingo bongo, it's like you don't have a job after all, you're just doing what you want to do and collecting checks.
But really, I think that's pretty fundamentally flawed for most people. I mean, for me anyways, the truth of it is simple. If it's something you have to do, have to, well, that kinda sucks the life out of it. You're bein' forced to do it, and for what? To be able to afford to wake up and do it again the next morning?
I don't know, I guess I come from a generation where it's like, we all believe we're just a few minutes and a couple lucky breaks from fame and fortune. Because, shit, who do we know that's famous that doesn't have a story like that? And shit, I mean, Internet age. I can see more people that've "made it" at a click of a button then ever before.
But the truth is different. And that's not angsty. It's not even cynical. It's just maturity.
So the new question becomes, hey, how can I be happy whilst dropping the majority of my dreams by the wayside? Legitimately, it's like, how can I be okay with the fact I'll never be as prosperous as I hoped and was told? I guess that's why they call it being well adjusted. You figured out how to adjust yourself to whatever you're given, and be happy with it instead of what you actually wanted.
Damn, maybe I should've wanted to become a life columnist or essayist or some shit. Or a philosopher, that would be a sweet career path.
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