It interests me, how life seems to keep you jumping from stone-to-stone, and never standing still. The immediate example is music, for me at least. I keep trying to write music, and it seems that for every six months that I attempt a musical creation, one month is spent actually doing so, and the remaining five months are merely stressfull failures one after another. I have a music folder, with all of my music in it that I've attempted to create recently, and out of all the files, maybe 1 or 2 percent are actually what I would consider "hopefulls".
It gets depressing sometimes, but I know there's other things in life. But you see, making music is cheap. Working on cars isn't, going golfing costs money, airplanes; they cost money, this yacht, my kid's braces, they all cost money. Sorry for the gratuitous Vaughnism.
So here I am, living paycheck to paycheck, in the middle of my musical failure time, trying to scratch by and do ok.
Slowly and bitterly I'm learning to appreciate money and learn how to really take care of it and nurture it and get by with spending the least possible amount on food for a week (which should take care of my other current gripe; my weight) and one of these days, I'll have money, I'll know what to do with it, and I'll appreciate it.
And I'll buy some zebra cakes, then go run to work them off. You have to trade money for zebra cakes, you have to trade running for fat. No worries. It's just the way the market works.
Time to go make time.
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