The hustle and bustle of the big city has always fascinated me. Where are all these people rushing to go? I'd like to think the beach or to spend time with their loved ones. I assume at least to a place that brings them some type of insatiable joy right?
None of the above... "Work! People have to make a living. We can't all live in the clouds like you Saronji." That's what my aunt would always say.
My weakness and my strength is that I've never been one to listen. I've always had my own mind; I've always found my own way.
I attended college for one semester. I was surrounded by disillusioned and confused beings yet somehow this is the institution that society portrayed as the automatic key to the good life. I didn't agree with the notion and I opted to pursue other avenues.
Now, think in no way am I degrading the value of a college education or the career path that one may choose. Each individual is unique in their beliefs, goals, and abilities. I also know that sometimes circumstances do not allow us to prevail in ways that we would prefer...or do they?
On my path to personal and true freedom I have had countless jobs. Each job that I have ever had no one truly wanted to be there. They dreaded going in and counted down the minutes and seconds that were left until they could clock out.
Enduring eight hours or more of misery: that's making a living? How so? Living is to be vibrant, exuberant, and producing. It seems more of an oxymoron than anything to me. I prefer the phrase "making an existence".
As I walk into my art studio I look at the mirage I created several years ago. ItíŽs a collage of some of my most memorable experiences expressed through painting. I remember the joy and fulfillment I received while I was working on it. It was more than any paycheck could render. I was often told that I was too much of a dreamer. I lacked stability; it's not about what I loved but what paid the bills. Maybe those things were true at some point. I experienced an emotional drought not only when I worked purely for income but there were financial droughts that occurred even as I pursued my passion. There were times I wanted to give up but the core of who I was would not allow it.
Thank God for the latter rain. These days umbrellas simply aren't enough......
"And it shall come to pass, if ye shall hearken diligently unto my commandments which I command you this day, to love the Lord your God, and to serve him with all your heart and with all your soul, that I will give you the rain of the land in his due season, the first rain and the latter rain..." Deut 11:13-14