FUCK WORKING FOR MONEY
I want to live. I could probably get more cash trying to become a content marketer or something, and then think of how to monetize my blog and things. I don’t want money though. I want to be sitting on a boat(think of a sampan), catching my night’s dinner, then go to my wooden hut, start a campfire, cook my fish, have some friends over, play some guitar, sing songs, and talk cock till the stars come out.
I want to go for that. I want to go for what I actually like, and not some fantasy of sitting in my yacht because that’s what I’m expected to be wanting.
But I do think that living is not equal to doing nothing. Life requires a person to actively engage in it so that a person can actually enjoy. So my first step is going to be to do work that I care about, that I like, not what people expect me to do. Get so involved with it that I think I’m crazy. Hopefully some good things happen to me at or I die trying.
I don’t want to give up on myself just yet.
