It’s been said that, ‘what is truly meant for you will not pass you by’ but too often it’s like, what is truly meant for me? I mean, you dig in day in, day out, you give the best of yourself and offer up everything else, you beg and you grovel but at the end of the day, you’re left standing there empty handed as if what was meant for you it never going to be yours and yours alone.
Though, it’s not that you’re wanting both ends of the Earth, just your share, that which will set you free and allow you to live life on your own terms, after all, you’ve invested what little free time you have and you’ve laid out your bank balance so it’s not like you’re wanting something for nothing.
Which is the thing, why is it that despite giving the best of yourself and offering up everything else, you’re left with nothing at all? Where does your real life begin and this makeshift existence end?
Seriously, your grievances aren’t misplaced…
…but like, when is life going to cough up?
Freedom from within,
The Journeyman.