Little war

“Do you enjoy writing?”  “A movie, like a whole movie? I’d love to be in a movie, not for a minute but for an hour”  “Don’t forget me”  “Barberton first...”  “Me first then Barberton”

“I think I need more coffee...”  “Your teeth are becoming yellow, you’ve been drinking too much coffee. You need to relax”  “I bought you something”  “That’s my friend she’s annoying; talks like my mother, she’s got ambition too”  

“You have wings on your back.”  “Am I that annoying?”

External happiness or internal happiness? Do we chase external happiness or do we seek internal happiness; are we in pursuit of our careers merely because of the luxury lifestyle or do we chase our careers merely because we’re happy when we’re working?

“I want a big house!”  “I don’t really mind anything, as long as if I’m a writer I’ll be fine with anything that comes our way”  “You’re stupid”  “Wait baby I want to write something, don’t read just as yet!”

When we started our careers, we were driven by the passion, we saw beauty in such creativity and we kept the ball rolling merely because we fell in love with the craft of our career. Working towards a dream, drinking gallons of coffee still believing that tomorrow is a better ground to play on.

“I need your Wi-Fi”  “I’m fetching my books tomorrow”  “I feel sick, let me call you”  

“I might be working next year”  “He’s at work”  “Are you going to buy my book”

We’re constantly risking a decent life merely because we’re in pursuit of a career, being put under the bus for the mere fact that we’re never understood.

We’re putting our lives on paper praying the next generation doesn’t have to sell their pain in order to afford fitting in.