Entrepreneur in the Sewer
We call it a consciousness consumed by resentment, a cage. What does it take to chart an escape? Contribution has always been the condition agency rests on, so an answer lives in there somewhere.
These personalities astound me when they use their merit and seniority to subjegate the uninitiated. That's why I try to rub two sticks together, because the economy doesn't discriminate. Accidents are rewarded when the wind blows in the right direction, and your effort suddenly takes on enormous value. Some creative work succeeds by the same principle of a lottory ticket, while others win through the accessibilty of their design. Grasping at the limbinal tissue of humanity can be trying, but mining insights into the interiorities of masses gets at the crux of value exchange.
Marketing tactics inspire disgust, and the stench of desperation oozes from it, while the inner dissonance of deceit finds itself in advertising. That unholy being at odds with the prospect of a liberated circumstance. When your nature hasn't got the wits to finesse your money, you're left to depend on the crumbs of other humiliations.
Organization will reveal the swiftest path to clarity. Make a list of primary objectives, and bullet point the material steps that lead to their completion. Conceptualize the hiararchy of your personal needs, and focus in on the immediately attainable facets of the vision. Define the particulars of an ideal future, and detail its qualities with considerable attention. Trim the fat from its bearings, and simplify the order to its elements. Investigate the purpose of each section, and determine if it holds up under scrutiny. Take note on what sticks, what returns to you, and concentrate on the values that persist within every context of your life.
Immaturity is the inability to acquiesce our obsessions, so loosen your grip on the compulsion to plan. Steady, incremental growth is conventional wisdom, but variables beyond your control provide the leap of greatest consequence. Surrender to the the uncanny timing of fortune, but offer gifts of sacrifice to entice the miracles out from under the ghost.
Notice the demestic distancing in the household, and tend to that garden as well. Let the rain revive the soil, but rattle the spear in times of unburdened standing. You can't reject the pockets of executive initiative when it sprouts for you. These homes should be rattled with vital imprints of action, and they should be natural extensions of the characters inhabiting them. If they wish to run amok like chickens in a state of decapitation, permit that development without the trace of limitation. They're already on their way out the door.