A wise man is quite, allows the sounds of the earth, the movement of people and the despair of the homeless to speak for him. I used to wonder how quickly I could go from being sheltered with food and clothes and beautiful luxury, to being poor and homeless. From my calculations depending on how the money disappears or gets spent lets say 3 months. And so I am three months away from the lowest class in society. Yet I have been working my ass off for the last 5 years. And so this is where it makes no fucking sense. Why work a job you don’t really enjoy, to pay for an apartment you don’t really like, pay for friends who don’t really amuse you. Follow rules you don’t agree with and at the end of the day get it all thrown in your face. With no Thank you. Not even a quiver of genuine sympathy coming from a sole in a 100 mile radius. But you will keep pushing through it all. So your kids can grow up with money, be spoilt. Go to expensive schools. Do drugs and becomes snobby rude fucks that have no street wisdom or an ounce of knowledge towards a class under there stature. Yes the parents need to pay more attention and raise there kids right. But is consumerism the answer. Is this constant need to buy have and get, really the future of this world.
Greed. One man Jeff Bezos sits with a net worth of $111 billion dollars to his name. That’s 1.6 trillion Rand. Give or take. It only takes 20 billion dollars to end world hunger forever.
Now imagine this world. The rich get richer. The poor stay the same. But no one is starving, freezing or dying.
So why do you get up for work everyday? Because you believe, you have no choice. No choice at all. And honestly you have all the choice in the world.
Shit, probably gonna come across a few issues but you can work them out. Imagine living within your means. You work 3 hours a day, 5 days a week. Staying in a beautiful two bedroom home on the beach. Writing blogs, or painting. Traveling to as many places as you can. Free of will. No boss. No rules but your own, and the law of course. Picture it now, the bliss you would feel.
And so a wise man said nothing at all. He allows the sounds of the earth, the movement of people and the despair of the homeless to speak for him. And so a wise man once said, nothing.
I have been waiting for this day, sitting riddled in anxiety to the point my brain feels numb and communication is something of the past. It is funny how my past experiences of situations have always seemed worse then they really are. Like have you ever had to hide a dead body? Im sure the mere thought of actually doing it would scare you half to death, the blood, cleaning up all the evidence and then deciding how you will live with it for the rest of your life. Well there is no dead body. Or any evidence of such a thing, but I have been lying in bed for the last 4 days frightened out of my mind. Diving into my writing, I guess trying to come up with any reason to prove to myself that I was correct and they were wrong. As any sane human does. Justifying from each olive branch I pass in my mind how unfair things are. We all do this, some better then others. And at the end of the day I will sit there in silence reply yes and no to all statements and hope I get out of it alive. That is if they will allow it to be that simple.
No on second thought, lets imagine they do not let me off that easy. I guess that’s how pigs at slaughtering houses feel. They get let out this tiny cage, they have been cooped up in for about 6 months, seen nothing of the outside world and just when they begin to smell freedom, the truck pulls up to the slaughterhouse. And this is the very thing im frightened of, not know what’s around the corner. Now I’ve never been to good at arguments or heated meetings as my brain and memory turn off during times of stress, like genuinely what worse time can there possibly be.
Imagine its world war 2, you are a tank operator driving down a narrow road in the bush, when suddenly you get ambushed with your twenty men, bullets flying, blood everywhere. You climb down to the guns cockpit aim your giant two ton gun at the enemy, you are locked on ready to pull that trigger. And when you do the gun jams.
Well story of my life and instead of ammo it is things I cannot remember in stressful situations. So in all actual fact I do hope this meeting goes smooth or at least my gun doesn’t jam. But If it does, I have plenty of armour, and a sweet face. I do hope I get out this one alive.
If I could tell the world anything, anything at all. what would it be? but further more, what would my intentions be.
To share knowledge?
To make money?
To be heard?
Exert some kind ego towards the outside world?
Would I mock people or insult someone?
Criticize?
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You are reading this article in the hopes to gain some special knowledge to grow from poor to a multi millionaire blog creator. Some blogs sit and give you factual numbers with flow diagrams and charts. Other Creatures offer a different approach based on Perseverance, or Magnetizing a fellowship. Most of us though keep searching, most of us are looking for something called, INSTANT GRATIFICATION. Day after day we spend our time hunched over article’s or vlogs promising us we can become like them. It is a wonderful society isn’t it when we obsess over Fake gratification instead of human interaction. and it is something we have gotten far to good at.
I spent the good parts of 4 days, Trying to come up with a full proof concept that works, all the whilst dreading going back to work and having to face the disciplinary hearing I got just two days ago. Hanging over my 2010 Dell laptop contemplating quitting smoking while frantically looking for a lighter. Yes, this is how I have spent my last 4 days, in a old age home apartment block, you know the that look? with wood styled furniture and painting styled tiles. yes. This is where it all began, my quest to find enlightenment. or at least an answer to my question.
Along the way I noticed a few problems.
I do not know any of these authors, writers, bloggers. How am I to trust them, or for a second believe this 1 paragraph of script is the answer to my dreams/problems. Over the 15,000,000 other articles iv missed due to not having enough life on earth. And this brings us to our first point.
YOU WILL NOT FIND A MAGIC PASSAGE THAT WILL IMPROVE YOUR LIFE
You could though Im sure of it. Kind of making a statement like, we are the only life in the universe. When we know far to little information on a stupid topic and try to understand it.
further more let me explain my topic. The fact that you are reading this means you are taking a great step towards success. Obviously, you are researching. Finding hacks to the trade, tips and tricks anything you can to get a good footing in this blogging industry. Don’t Stop.
But please do keep in mind, only 1 thing really works.
QUALITY
The quality of your blog. Is the very post you are busy with, really going to change someones life, inspire them, change a nation. Probably not unfortunately. But that is because you have not soul searched, deep inside yourself. Ever had that moment with your partner where you can finally be comfortable, get naked or pull funny faces when you climax. This is where you need to be with your writing. Feel no judgement, Type in a quiet room with no one but yourself. Let your fears and dreams come out, followed close behind with your darkest fantasies and kinks. Let it all out my old friend, let it out.
Fear not the ridicule of others, or the beliefs in your families eyes. This is a moment to be undevidedly yourself. (See I just made that word up). Because this is my space and I am the boss here, And this is the attitude you need, towards writing.
Many writers before us 21st century bloggers, wrote from their heart, William Shakespear. He wrote plays of Jealousy and death. Using a technique of story telling never seen before. Eminem, the best Hip Hop Rap artist of all time. He wrote about his life and the struggles he was facing, showing no ego, his heart worn on his sleeve. And you know what? People were able to relate, and recognize what he was going through.
Maybe you don’t have it in you right now to let go and be free, if so. You need to learn fast kid. Cause without it you’ll be a mediocre blog writer with no one but there close family and retirement home friends to read along, to your boring mundane gossip on racism and plants, or pills out there curing arthritis.
Life is short and sharing knowledge is one of the greatest gifts us creatures have. So don’t stop, doing what you are doing, whether you go viral or not. Information on the internet cannot die and soon 100 years from now kids might be reading your article as a class assignment to pick up the mistakes, and why it was never a successful article. Or you could find happiness in the fact that instant gratification will not work in this industry without a godlike mind. Or if your are looking for a more positive approach there is always the chance you know something the world has been searching for.
Either way I think your chances are 50/50, and that is a damn fine place to start. considering baby sea turtles have a 1 in 1000 chance of ever living long enough to reproduce. So take it from me, Carry on. You have more then enough of a chance to become anything you want, why not a blogger.
'LET US ESCAPE' 