Living poor #5 / 30 — The “dream job” & craft honing

I’ve became alergic to the terms “passion”, “dream job” and “purpose”.

They’re so much overused and express such a positivity people usually forget about the less bright side of life.

Which is much harder yet necessary to accept as well.

Sometimes I wonder how can we be so blind?

How can we believe once we know our purpose, manage to define our passion or finally get the job we craved…

…how can we believe everything will be alright from now on and our lives become fairy tales?

We all know it’s not like that. At all.

Once you’re lucky enough to get something, nothing ends.

In fact a new journey usually starts.

Not in order to please you.

But in order to test you.

And sometimes it can be a really painful process.

Sometimes by confronting our images with reality we even come to a conclusion “the dream job” we got was in fact no dream job after all.

We realize our true interests and desires lie in different spheres of life…

My writing journey is a great example of that.

It started when I was 16 at a boring school lesson.

All I wanted back then was to get out of boredom.

My inner voice was crying for a change.

So I took a pen, a sheet of paper and started to write.

And that’s how it began…

… but not ended.

Today I’m 25.

And apart from writing I did many different stuff in the past 9 years.

I was a waiter.

A wannabe blogger.

A storekeeper.

An office worker.

A wannabe music journalist.

A slob.

A wannabe entrepreneur.

A wrap-maker.

A real music journalist.

A wannabe copywriter and again a wannabe blogger.

A cook.

A real copywriter.

A real blogger…

…and now I’m a wannabe author.

Hoping maybe one day I’ll become a real author.

See how naive I was? How naive I am even now?

And how naive most of us are?

I used to believe writing was my dream job.

As much as other people belive their job is the dream job.

But it isn’t.

Because if it really was, their happiness level wouldn’t change.

They would persist.

I would persist.

Sometimes I wonder what would happen if I never gave up on writing.

Maybe I wouldn’t have to live the poor life.

I would become famous and respected.

But on the other hand I’m happy I gave up on writing.

Because if I didn’t maybe I wouldn’t achieve the things I’m proud of.

Like meeting my wife and marrying her.

That’s the unpredictability of life.

Both charming and scary at the same time…

So why am I writing this?

Why do I write at all if I don’t believe it’s my “dream job”?

What’s motivating me?

Well, when I moved back to my parents I dreamt of doing many stuff.

But most importantly I wanted to avoid getting a 9 to 5 job again and becoming a slave of someone else’s dreams.

Somehow I percieved writing was the thing I should do.

I had no ideas how I knew. Maybe it was God who told.

Maybe somebody else.

I believe it was my intuition.

The very same inner voice which got me out of boredom on that school lesson when I was 16.

So I sat to computer and started to write again.

Slowly trying to accept the less bright side of it…

I also tried doing different stuff apart from writing.

Experiment with different approaches.

Following new paths.

I remember starting a side short-term food delivery project.

I took my Facebook friendlist and messaged every friend I had offering my services.

Some friends were kind enough to giving me a chance.

Some didn’t even bother answering.

Back then it made me think how mean they are.

Today I understand.

I see I wasn’t suppose to succeed.

Because I sucked as a salesman.

Many times I sucked in communication.

And what sucked most was the whole execution of the food package I delivered.

It was made too DIY.

Too simple.

The heart was there. Yet it was not enough.

These are the reasons I was not supposed to suceed.

I was supposed to try, fail and learn.

I failed hard as fuck.

But also learned a few stuff.

For example how temporary your image of a “dream job” or a “dream project” can be.

How even one mistake can ruin it all.

Which again leads me to a conclusion no “dream job” exists after all.

If you believe living poor will bring you the dream life let me asure you it’s a false expectation.

It will definitely bring you new opportunities.

Different life perspectives.

And you’ll meet new people.

But your life won’t miracleously turn into a fairy tale instantly.

It can give you more freedom for sure. Buy more time for yourself.

Definitely if you’ll be persistent enought and work hard for it.

Work so hard your craft becomes more valuable to other people, willing not only to give you their attention…

… but money as well.

So you see before being able to create your own rules it’s essential to make some sacrifices.

And start honing your craft.


Basically by going back to your childhood when you were learning how to walk.

You’ve gotta take it easy and start small.

One step after another.

Here’s the first one…

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