The Day of Pay.

I had the feeling of remorse yesterday, the feelings of doing something really pointless and get shit pay for doing it. But this morning I went to the bank to collect my hard-earned money. The feeling of strolling down the caféstrip with fivehundred dollars in cash, rolled up tightly in my pants, was unbelievable. I've been poor since the first day I came here and to finally feel the money in my hand was amazing. I had the widest grin to day at work, aye!

But seeing as the last couple of days has been horrific and weary, I start to get the big picture. Carma is all around me, showing me right from wrong. For I have been really bad for a really long time. Wasting my precious time avoiding life, simulating different lifes and experiences just to not feel anything. And I didn't for a long time, feel anything. Til one day when fate knocked on my door.

I've always said, if I sit on my ass long enough something will happen, and somehint always does. I can sit for a very long time, months of doing nothing, but eventually something happens, something really amazing always appear. I get the thrill of life back again and feel as if i could accomplish anything.