Had a visit tonight from somebody I met quite a while ago. We kept in contact through FB mostly, and tonight he came for a visit.
Pure bachelor. Will probably never in his life have a wife and kids, but it’s all good. We spent a few hours talking about just about anything you can think of.
And one thing he said to me, that made me think. The reason I’ve not been able to get any interviews, let alone an office job. Those doors are closed. Because I’m being forced to find my passion. I’m being forced to make my talents work for me in a way I can use to not have to sit in an office the whole day long.
Fair enough. The closed doors were in fact very apparent to me. As was the closed windows and vents!
My passion? What the hell is it? And how the hell do I find it? And even more so, how on earth do I make a living off it?
He reckons I have the perfect temperament and personality to become a writer.
Sure dude!! As if the world would pay to read what I write. And that only on the off chance that I can find some or other topic that people actually want to read about! Not to mention the probable slog trying to get it published.
Have faith in what will be. Such a difficult thing to do. To put your life in Somebody else’s hands and just have faith. It would seem that all other avenues have been closed and I have no real choice in the matter.
Oh well. What needs to happen, will. As they say in the Calla – there will be water if God wills it.
Long days and pleasant nights.