With the economy, the drastic measures from the powers that be, and just every little thing becoming obsolete, the idea of somebody telling you to go with your heart just seems like a frustrating lie where you hope for some form of luck in timing.
When I was younger, I wanted to follow the goals of being in the IT industry, and sadly we're seeing that industry hitting a complete downfall.
Music wise, nobody making money compared to the glory days.
Degrees seem like a luck of the draw, as most have them, but are struggling to find a job.
Its almost as if them words of the past involving teachers, mentors, parents, etc as far as pursuing your dream is just one big cope to have you conditioned into believing that you can achieve without failure.
Sometimes I wonder when it will enough be enough and folks take it to the streets, because there's too much complacency, and folks settling for the little things, but not enough mofos trying to knock the doors down to achieve those dreams. Its almost as if the game is rigged, but now the elites are being arrogant about how much you ain't shyt.
Its like every plan you could possibly have, there's a mechanism to dismantle it.
Am I crazy, the leaves talking to me, Koala Babble, or harsh reality that's a bitter pill to swallow but keep trucking and pushing?
When I was younger, I wanted to follow the goals of being in the IT industry, and sadly we're seeing that industry hitting a complete downfall.
Music wise, nobody making money compared to the glory days.
Degrees seem like a luck of the draw, as most have them, but are struggling to find a job.
Its almost as if them words of the past involving teachers, mentors, parents, etc as far as pursuing your dream is just one big cope to have you conditioned into believing that you can achieve without failure.
Sometimes I wonder when it will enough be enough and folks take it to the streets, because there's too much complacency, and folks settling for the little things, but not enough mofos trying to knock the doors down to achieve those dreams. Its almost as if the game is rigged, but now the elites are being arrogant about how much you ain't shyt.
Its like every plan you could possibly have, there's a mechanism to dismantle it.
Am I crazy, the leaves talking to me, Koala Babble, or harsh reality that's a bitter pill to swallow but keep trucking and pushing?
