I need to start taking my life a little bit more seriously. Every day at work I think, "I could just quit today, and I would be perfectly happy". What a ridiculous thought to have on the mind. So many people depend on Starbucks Coffee for a career. And here I am, taking it for granted.
I'm just afraid that if I take it too seriously I won't be able to have any fun. But if I have too much fun will I make any progress? To whom will the measuring of progress fall upon? Or will I be so happy that I stay in this same house, working this same job, cleaning the same litter box day after day?
Yesterday I was cuddling up to the movie King Lear, and overheard the line "what's your difference?" I have never been ecstatic about Shakespeare. But that line struck a chord with me. The reason it was asked, was because two individuals were arguing, and the questioner wanted to know the matter of argument. But it also made me ponder my own difference. I am a six-foot five, three hundred pound flamboyant man, and I am facing difficulty getting noticed.
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