Sometimes you need so little to be happy. Even on a Friday when the
rain is battering against the window then all it takes
is a small act of generosity from a loved one, a small bottle of whiskey
to power your thoughts and some diet cola to wash it all down.
That and some rolling tobacco, and I am here in front of my laptop and strangely, although poor and desperate for money, I am much happier than I ever was when I was living the high life of corporate job.
Experiences without soul are frivolous and fade like drunken memories. For last four years I sold my soul piece by piece to people to let them exploit me and experience bloody things and it was only when broken and shivering in the cold light of a new morning in my life that I saw myself, for what I was and what I had become. And I did not like either.
So I thought of sulking two year, desperate to return to creating things. I am enthusiastic about the hobbies that I can resume again which I religiously followed in my teens and twenties, that were rusted like old steel works. I couldn’t get the cogs to turn. I want to get back to painting,writing, music,songs, my core passions, with whom I was painfully away, at least for the last few years.
So in a fit of madness, I have now got admission into management college.Its madness or call it what you will.But I have decided now.
I love to be with people sharing their time , effort and knowledge freely with others. I have found endless possibilities for creation and expression in so many different mediums. Not only is there a core beauty behind the whole transformation that I can see while doing a management program but it will surely fetch me a job which I will surely love to do, unlike current condition where I just feel myself getting wasted.
This is why I am really behind the GOA thing to re-investigate the next possibilities in me. With a passion for creativity I have made it clear now to dive deep in the management program.They are sexy and creative and open up a universe of possibilities. If I can still feel that way in quarter life crisis stage then surely I need an appreciation.
Now back to my whiskey and good night GOA. See you soon.
That and some rolling tobacco, and I am here in front of my laptop and strangely, although poor and desperate for money, I am much happier than I ever was when I was living the high life of corporate job.
Experiences without soul are frivolous and fade like drunken memories. For last four years I sold my soul piece by piece to people to let them exploit me and experience bloody things and it was only when broken and shivering in the cold light of a new morning in my life that I saw myself, for what I was and what I had become. And I did not like either.
So I thought of sulking two year, desperate to return to creating things. I am enthusiastic about the hobbies that I can resume again which I religiously followed in my teens and twenties, that were rusted like old steel works. I couldn’t get the cogs to turn. I want to get back to painting,writing, music,songs, my core passions, with whom I was painfully away, at least for the last few years.
So in a fit of madness, I have now got admission into management college.Its madness or call it what you will.But I have decided now.
I love to be with people sharing their time , effort and knowledge freely with others. I have found endless possibilities for creation and expression in so many different mediums. Not only is there a core beauty behind the whole transformation that I can see while doing a management program but it will surely fetch me a job which I will surely love to do, unlike current condition where I just feel myself getting wasted.
This is why I am really behind the GOA thing to re-investigate the next possibilities in me. With a passion for creativity I have made it clear now to dive deep in the management program.They are sexy and creative and open up a universe of possibilities. If I can still feel that way in quarter life crisis stage then surely I need an appreciation.
Now back to my whiskey and good night GOA. See you soon.