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How many times shall I fall till I cannot get back up?
How many times will I fall?
How many times will I get back up?
Since November I was making a living. That has been taken from me. Now I am without money once again. This has happened to me before. It is very frustrating to be without a job. Now I have to do a shit job so to speak in order to make money. During this time I will refocus, get back up and try again at making a sustainable, permanent source of income off the internet.
Instead of staring at the ground I look up and see the sky! I am free to start again. But that’s not always a comfortable position to be in.
On another note I canceled my myspace account. It had a number id below one million. That means I was cool and joined before that craze swept the nation… and the world! But I am now beyond cool, fore I don’t have an account anymore! There were some long messages about my sister Anna and about pharmaceutical companies I exchange with some not so close friends. I wanted to save those and post them here, but I never got around to it. Now they are gone. It’s interesting how people open up to strangers. Oh well.
Tomorrow I have to wake up and work twice as hard making half the amount. That is going to go on weeks because I chose to work on my own and there are a lot of failures before success. That was the choice I made instead of working in a nice IT job, getting married and having children… and living in WNY.
Why? Why did I not do that? Because then I wouldn’t be free.
That leads me to comment that I HATE conformity and tradition. Perhaps I wanted this life NOT because it is free but because it is against the grain – and that’s what I am all about 