And the wheels in my head go…

Everyday I count the number of days I work until my next day off. I say to myself, ‘just get out of bed, only two more days’. I say it every morning. Everyday of my life. I live, I get up, I crawl through life…just to get to my next day off. THAT’S my fucking motivation?

There’s got to be more to life than this.

When I was younger, in high school maybe, I used to dread becoming my parents. Get up, go to work, come home, watch TV, eat dinner, go to bed. Get up, go to work, come home, watch TV, eat dinner, go to bed. I figured, what kind of a life is that? Is that really all we were meant to be doing? That God dumped a handfull of specialty people here, the ones that event and create, the ones that build and empire…and the rest of us are just around to keep it going?? And now each day is becoming more commonplace. I find myself going out less, and staying in more. I’ve come to a place in my life where I’m sober more often than not, that I drag my ass out of bed because I HAVE to care where my next paycheck is coming from. You know what I did yesterday? I got up, went to work, came home, watched TV, ate dinner, went to bed.

There’s got to be more to life than this.

It’s a question that millions of people have asked themselves everyday. Why hasn’t anyone got an answer yet? Yes yes…the meaning of life, to find your own purpose, your own meaning. How do you do that in a society that dictates who you are and what you do. Perhaps my purpose in life IS to put my thoughts on to canvas. But society forces me to do something to make money, or else I don’t eat, and I can’t buy pretty things to put on my walls, so people have something to look at when they come over.

There’s got to be more.

So dear readers, tell me what more is to you. Why do YOU get out of bed??

I’d write more, but you know…I have to get back to work…