Tag Archives: Dreams

Cube Super Star, or not. Whatevs.

I die a little every time I sit in my 4×6 work station. Life slips away every time I’m standing (because sitting is unfriendly) at my desk, which really isn’t mine but just a general space where everyone congregates and over zealous moms forget everything they know about personal space.

I’m lucky to have these two jobs. Without them I wouldn’t have money for medicine, gas, water, power, and even the occasional overpriced Starbucks iced coffee. But still, they are killing me.

I get yelled at ALL THE TIME.

THERE ARE TOO MANY WIRES.
YOU BETTER MAKE THIS WORK.
I’M PISSED. I’M TIRED.
I’VE BEEN HERE FOR HOURS.
THE STUPID … JUST SHUT OFF.
I CAN’T CONNECT.
YOU NEED TO FIX THIS.
WHERE ARE MY REPORTS.
YOUR COMPANY SUCKS.
I HATE THIS SHIT.
BUT ON THE WEBSITE…
YOU NEED TO REMOVE THE FEE.
I WILL MAKE A SCENE.
WHAT DO YOU MEAN MY KID WAS DROPPED FROM CLASS AFTER I WAS GIVEN TWO WEEKS TO PAY MY LATE CHARGES BUT NEVER DID?!???

The usual.

So the moral of this short piece kids of all ages is – do what you love.

Keep on writing, drawing, playing, building… Don’t stop. Don’t end up soul less in a no-chance-to-ever-advance position.

The end.

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Dear child,

When I was young…

When I was growing up…

When I was little…

I wanted to.

Follow your heart, child. 

While it still believes and has hopes and dreams, follow your heart.

The world can be a crazy place, full of tortured souls and folks trying to save face. Don’t let that stop you baby, always carry on. 

It’s never too late. There’s always right now, and even though tomorrow isn’t guaranteed, hold on tight to your dream.

Reach for the stars, reach for the moon, reach for the reason…

P.S. That reason is you.