No one cares when you’re out on the street..

..Picking up the pieces to make ends meet..

There are moments when I remember this song, look around, and…really…

..No one cares when you’re down in the gutter
Got no friends, got no lover..

I keep repeating that these are soooo… difficult times. And at times I don’t really understand what we’re going to live on tomorrow, for example. But these are little things and sometimes “the moment” speaks to me. The fatigue that has accumulated. It’s like when you’re sick and you need money for medicine, but you can’t earn it because you’re sick. You have to choose between. I carved out these few minutes for the blog. I need to tidy up my room so that it’s more comfortable to work. I can’t work when there’s a mess everywhere.

I’ve found a few new paths for myself, but I’m only at the beginning of them and I have a long journey ahead of me until I reach some kind of stability. In some ways, this reminds me of the path of my friend Aaron, who stopped working for himself and started working for a company. Now his path is, for the most part, stability multiplied by the amount of time you devote to a specific job. It’s actually a good option, but not in our country. It’s getting harder in this sense. My new path is about stability multiplied by time. The longer I stay in this new sphere, the more stable my life will be. And now I just have to sit through it, get over it, get over it. And then it will be easier.

I wanted to do some creative work today, but it’s not the time yet. I think I’ll do something one of these days, anyway. I just need to get myself in order, and it’s a bit difficult. Everything will be fine. I’m just tired.