post-bumming

Bummin is officialy over for me. Which is a good thing. wait. It's a great thing!

I'm one who always walks around carrying fire in his chest. It's such a burden to stay at home in a state of constant inactivity. It's as if that fire that should be razing the world is in here, dying down, warming silently like ambers waiting to be extinguished.

A week into the training and I feel so intoxicated, but exactly intoxicated by the things they constantly stuff into our heads. What's great about being at work is the simple fact that I'm working. Work. And, I'm finally earning some cash. Moolah. YEah.

My ego has suffered too much in my state of impotent bummishness. These thoughts came to me this weekend, as there is no work. I feel myself in a constant state of lethargy. I found myself sleeping all day. Sometimes I wonder if this is how it really is. But then, maybe it is.

I remember a line from a book I read lately - Atlas Shrugged by Ayn Rand, "The highest moral purpose of man is to exist."

To slink bank in a constant state of drifting in life would be such a shame to such a moral principle. I feel glad that I am, again, in a place where I can make choices and do something for myself.