As a young adult, all I wanted was to be free, to be nomadic like my hippie friends. Then after years of crying and begging, I got it, I became the freeist person on earth.
I didn’t work a 9-5 like every other slob anymore; I pretty much turned into #WillyWonka, doing creative things with my mind and my heart, studying all the great philosophers; like a barefoot man wearing a 3 piece suit at @barnesandnoble. (Sadly, both were never mine to own.)
Sometimes getting your hearts desire causes problems.
Loved one’s get jealous, they don’t understand why you get things for free and they don’t. They must of forgotten the poor boy was in prison his whole life, he could of had a lot more, had his life not been taken from him in the first place. 😡
They stab your hand for accepting your your own bread crumbs; everybody at the table gets up, stabs you in the back, one by one.
Now here we are; and here I am, going back on my word, complaining how all I want is consistency and structure.
Guess I forgot how s***ty life was before I had knowledge, before I could cut corners, and walk thru walls with my cell phone?
I deeply apologize for forgetting where I came from. Maybe going back to that old way of life isn’t the answer?