Monday, June 29, 2015

Day Twenty-one

Screw the money. I just want to be well again physically. I just want to be healthy and happy; that's all I care about. Finances are completely arbitrary.

If there's one thing my blogging experiment has taught me, it's that I will never become a billionaire based on my own efforts. I'm a perpetual student working a minimum wage job. My earning potential is right up there with the mentally handicapped and physically disabled. A schizophrenic could probably earn more money in a month than I'm able to.

Anything more than getting out of my pit of debt and getting to a point of self-sufficiency seems like nothing more than wishful thinking. Simply ending the year with a positive bank balance is going to take an act of God. There is nothing I have or anything I can do in and of myself to be anything more than I am at the moment: a broke, homeless, pitiful individual with a quarter in my pocket and a world full of potential.

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