This city breaks you down. It's like concrete that's wet, your feet never quite make it. I still think of memories of days I didn't need to think as much. This city is a bomb. A game. A stream of people just at best, trying. Falling in love then in hate with it. Dealing with the ego and peoples "stuff". I wonder what the world is like to not want something, badly. Or only want certain things, badly.
I was a mortgage broker once. Sitting in a cubical field so deep you get lost. I had to mark what row I was in with a marker for the first 2 weeks. I drove in and watched the sunrise and home when the sunset. Then I didn't want much, I wasn't happy though. It was a nice world to live in when your just kinda living. Doing the normal, following what you've been taught. I loved the money. We had office potlucks filled with taco dip and something in a crockpot. I sat in meeting that allowed me to daydream. Ate lunch at 12:15 and took a 30 minute break. For me I always took an hour.
A woman one day that never moved from her desk, fell asleep. This woman that never said a word and never ate lunch. One day I watched her. While the work pilled up, I couldn't keep my eyes off of her. That day she fell asleep amongst the work week. That was the day I thought I would die not doing what I love. If then and only then, I wouldn't want to sleep for I would miss it. That's the thing about dreams, you always think the grass is greener.
I just know one thing, life is short. In this consciousness for what we know you must do what you love. You take the bad and the good, realizing it's only part of it but totally worth it in the end.
