Of course
you like what you do,
maybe even love
and want to make
a living out
of it. But basically why
do we do
what we do? A
few examples of
who do what
and why :
1.Those who
are frustrated by the mean, lying, power hungry
world around us become
politicians and then
they go around
correcting the mean
things they see
by back stabbing
one and all.
2.
Those who are
frustrated by diseases become
doctors and scientists
and practice and
test their ideas
and ideals on
all things as
easily procurable as
guinea pigs.
5. Those frustrated by the boss at office stand near water coolers and bitch about everything and everyone close to him/ her.
6.
Those who are
frustrated by all the continuous
wars go ahead
and make nuclear
bombs or try
to beg, borrow
or steal them. Then
plan how and
where and on who to
drop them so
that there could
be world peace.
7.
Those who are
pissed by all
the wars but
don’t know how
to make ,
beg borrow and
steal nuclear bombs
join Miss world
and Miss Universe
and declare their hope in
world peace.
8.Those who
are frustrated by all the
people toiling around
them yet get
pennies, go ahead
and take up
a government job. They
are the ones that
make modern fairy
tales and live
happily ever after .
9.Those who
are frustrated by
the entire world’s
poverty, disease, hunger, worsening
economy and whatnot
and realize nothing
can be done
for anyone but
themselves make the
government. Then they lie,
cheat, do world travel
stay in seven
star hotels all
on tax payers
expense and then
when there is
still a lot
of money left
that cannot be
hidden in sofa
cushions they open
swiss bank accounts.
10.
Now
, those
who are frustrated
by all the above
and much much
more and cannot
do anything, anything
at all, about
it become artists :
they sing, dance,
make music, paint,
click photographs and
write their woes! Of course
we do hope
someone reads our
books or watches
our dance or
listens to our
music and gets
excited and goaded
enough to do
something about our
frustrations.
So,
Now you know why
you have become
a writer. So, God bless
you.
I did. And I wrote two books about things that I know...how to heal your self and how to better manage in business. It was a release and my gift back to the world for all my lessons and wisdom. It also allows me to move on and do different things, like write fiction. I try not to be frustrated, but I understand frustration. I also know that I created my perception to be frustrated and that I changed it for the better. Frustration is a feeling, and the one thing we have in control of our lives is how we feel. Frustration is a choice. Not to be frustrated is also a choice. Substitute with happiness...your own personal happiness, with no ties to the world, your family, or anyone close enough that you so badly want to make better decisions. I get it and I appreciate your frustration and observation. Been there. Changed my self...changed everything and everyone around me. Pretty amazing, huh? :)
ReplyDeletethanks. I totally agree with you. usually I am a very happy person but my father had a heart attack yesterday. so I am sitting outside the intensive cardiac care unit trying to keep myself sane by posting blogs. it keeps me from behaving like a cry baby. the only thing I could think was frustration. I was like let me pull my hair real hard maybe I will feel fine. but if I pull my hair in public they will put me in the psychiatric ward...so what to do? so instead I ranted out to you guys. And you won't believe me even the font of the post wouldn't listen to me! I tried 10 times to adjust the size but half of the post is normal sized font and the other half is as if I am writing for someone with real bad vision! God! right now I look like the man in the picture!
Deletei would rather see and read what u have written . Font size is not for me ....... for me its the matter , message and momentum it can create . God bless u and ur family in such bad times !
ReplyDeleteI am floored! thanks.
DeleteI understand what you are saying here. I can see how you cam to your conclusion. A very nice piece.
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