I want to be a starving artist

I think I've finally come to the realization that I really don't care an awful lot about money. Maybe I'm naive or just plain silly; and don't get me wrong, I know that money makes the world go round; but why stress over it? What I do know, is that don't like the concept of punching a clock. Why should every day of a persons' life be devoted to waking up, putting on a tie, and playing a role. Why must we slave over a job we don't like doing so we can have the weekends free to do the things we actually do like doing. I'm not talking about sitting on a beach, the cool, blue waves lapping gently at our sandy toes, sipping on some fruity drink. Everybody wants that, and I'm sure it will come along.

I'm talking about doing a job you love, on your time, and by your rules. Want to take a tuesday off, then go ahead, you can. I don't want a job where it's work. Now, if your favorite thing in the world is to push around numbers all day, then go ahead, by all means get a job as an accountant or some number cruncher for some corporation. If you love hiking then get a job in a state park. But, for the love of all that is good in this world, why work?

We aren't placed onto this world to spend all of our time waiting for the weekends to come. Opportunity is sailing off into the distance; every moment getting further and further away. It's up to us to decide when we jump in the water and start swimming. Personally, I've decided in my life that I would rather live it then watch it go by. Bless me with enough fortitude to get by comfortably and let me live my life enjoying what I do, not dreading it.