The past 18 months have been a struggle. Unsure of myself and what purpose to which I exist. Every day I ask myself why I bother to make it to the next. Hour by Hour. The days grow into nights and I want only one thing.
It was nice to hear my old music. Bitter sweet that such a man could exist without knowing the pain that I endure every moment. A mockery of times when I had such hope for the future.
Your drinking? Please stop. A man is worth much more than that. Too easy for capable able-bodied men to be snared by video games and drugs. How’s your church fellowship doing?
I found a sense of purpose in my garden. It’s a story i’d like to share one day. Had finally gotten some property and wanted to grow wheat. Spend time sowing that small patch that, after an entire season, might yield at most two loaves of bread. As I stood out there watching the seed heads begin to form on the blades of grass, it all suddenly clicked:
My time was worth more elsewhere. So much more. The bistro down the street was short staffed. I could take a part-time position at night that would get me moving around again. (Desk job full time had softened me). In less than one hour, I have more than enough money to buy two loaves of bread from the grocery store. But it was beyond two loaves of bread.
I would be helping keeping the town bistro open and serving the townspeople food. I’d be meeting the locals, working alongside others, supporting the grocery store down the road, supporting the truck drivers who deliver the food, supporting the suppliers and distributors, and supporting the farmers who can grow wheat using industrial equipment. Not to mention the workers and engineers who build that industrial equipment.
Not only could I buy my bread, but I’d have money leftover to give to charity. All within a single hour of labor. Far more worthwhile than spending all season trying to grow a small patch or wheat for myself. Funny, I ended up taking home so much free bread during my time at that bistro. Gave most of it away.
You’re worth way more than you realize in ways you may not see. And the more you can achieve as a man, the more you can readily give to and help others.
Your music is a transcription of labor and passion. Now it is time to transcribe it to bigger and greater things.
[ + ] SecretHitler
[ - ] SecretHitler 1 point 1.9 yearsAug 3, 2023 16:39:41 ago (+1/-0)
[ + ] Ifuckdolphinseverday
[ - ] Ifuckdolphinseverday [op] 1 point 1.9 yearsAug 3, 2023 16:57:55 ago (+1/-0)
[ + ] Trope
[ - ] Trope 0 points 1.9 yearsAug 3, 2023 21:47:04 ago (+0/-0)
“Get over yourself.” Is how I like to phrase it. Foolish for a man to serve as his own enemy. Absolutely foolish.
Once a man takes full responsibility and accountability for where he is in life, then he finally grants himself the ability to change it.
[ + ] Trope
[ - ] Trope 0 points 1.9 yearsAug 3, 2023 21:39:49 ago (+0/-0)*
Your drinking? Please stop. A man is worth much more than that. Too easy for capable able-bodied men to be snared by video games and drugs. How’s your church fellowship doing?
I found a sense of purpose in my garden. It’s a story i’d like to share one day. Had finally gotten some property and wanted to grow wheat. Spend time sowing that small patch that, after an entire season, might yield at most two loaves of bread. As I stood out there watching the seed heads begin to form on the blades of grass, it all suddenly clicked:
My time was worth more elsewhere. So much more. The bistro down the street was short staffed. I could take a part-time position at night that would get me moving around again. (Desk job full time had softened me). In less than one hour, I have more than enough money to buy two loaves of bread from the grocery store. But it was beyond two loaves of bread.
I would be helping keeping the town bistro open and serving the townspeople food. I’d be meeting the locals, working alongside others, supporting the grocery store down the road, supporting the truck drivers who deliver the food, supporting the suppliers and distributors, and supporting the farmers who can grow wheat using industrial equipment. Not to mention the workers and engineers who build that industrial equipment.
Not only could I buy my bread, but I’d have money leftover to give to charity. All within a single hour of labor. Far more worthwhile than spending all season trying to grow a small patch or wheat for myself. Funny, I ended up taking home so much free bread during my time at that bistro. Gave most of it away.
You’re worth way more than you realize in ways you may not see. And the more you can achieve as a man, the more you can readily give to and help others.
Your music is a transcription of labor and passion. Now it is time to transcribe it to bigger and greater things.
[ + ] lord_nougat
[ - ] lord_nougat 0 points 1.9 yearsAug 3, 2023 16:21:26 ago (+0/-0)
[ + ] xmasskull
[ - ] xmasskull 0 points 1.9 yearsAug 3, 2023 16:20:09 ago (+0/-0)