It's a wonder to me how we try to maximize everything that we do. I am a victim of my own greed. I want it all. This post will be a self reflection of what I feel I need to voice out in relation to how I am finding myself trying my darndest to earn as much as I can in hive and how I came to the realisation that maximising my earning potential was the one reason I was not earning what I thought I deserved.
Bar of course the fact that I need the payout to support my heroine addiction... eyes squinting Joke.
The reason I was wanting such a grand amount in my head playing all the time is in fact a simple reason, I want it all! I want the hookers, the ho's and the bitches. You can't have them with no mulla so here I am begging myself to stop writing this because I and we are not sure how well this will be received I mean there are far more talented money makers here.
You see, my pursuit to earn the big bucks did not come to fruition. In fact I am jsut scrapping the bottom of the barrel most times. I am not complaining. In fact a long time ago while we were all in the now hated upon place we all came from... Steem Shhh say not the unspeakable plague that gives boils at your butt hole when you mention its existence and the origin of our existence...
Yes. I said it. But there is a silver lining. We also know what can happen with greed.
You see I was and am infected with the dirty word. Greed. Very close to need. Or even yet locked up and now freed. Take a hit off a big blunt weed.
You see... it is all not bad. Even a little greed takes you a long way. We all want it. I think I want it bad. And for some reason I don't know what it is but it must be my masochistic tendencies to cock block me ever chance that I get. The gate keeper of my inner demon always manifests itself, far more than the demon dwelling inside me. On reflection I think I have come to the realisation of the need for greed in small amounts like a bag of weed.
You need the seeds to be self sustaining. Looking at your neighbours grass does you no favours. I was looking hard at everyone that just spouts dribble down their arse and people are flucking to drink from their elixir of golden syrup. Mind you the noses are all pinched cos to some it kind of smelt like shite. I think back long and hard and I suffered from that FOMO. I wanted in. I wanted to drink that golden syrup. Not sure why? Not sure when. But I wanted in. Like the droves of lemmings following a path someone decided was the path without even looking ahead, just at their feet as it moved forward, step by little step.
Where does this take me?
Well again my gate keeping made me stop and reevaluate what I was doing. Not because I am the best human in the world who is able to take a beating by their own hands and take it like a man... No it was because I stumbled and hit my face square on the nose. Bleeding and downtrodden my inner voice asked me, Are you doing what you want or are you just following some one taht is blind. The blind leading the blind.
I am no expert. I am no GURU. But I know me when I am doing the thing that I tend to do and most if not all humans have a tendency to do. Follow. Take the easy route.
This lead me to the question of what does it take to get ahead? I have after all read a few books. Not a libraries worth, but enough to fill a whole book shelf. And the one thing that struck me was all the biggest and most simple advise anyone and everyone in them all say is the slow and steady always wins with the time their capital exists... Now I am not going to quote anyone in particular because every money and investment expert all say the same thing. Growth at a slow rate is the one biggest winner for anyone that is patient enough to just let your money work for you.
Which made me see, the grind I was looking for is not the hundred dollar post that most who are not me are getting. Some, selling their booty to get the payout. Some dribbling golden liquid to get those big divis and others just being there when all and everyone needed someone to follow consistently.
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I was none of those and more.
A dollar a day. That is achievable right? I mean how much hustle does one have to do in order to earn a dollar a day. If I was living in New York as a hobo I would not even have to wait long. Stand at an entrance of any subway, smelling like shite and somebody will get sorry, or angry or disgusted. I think disgusted works the best. People will put a dollar in that cup I am holding. So they do not have to experience what a hobo looks like and remind them of how close they are to ending up like me.
It is greed. It is a need. And if I am lucky I could chip in to get a bag of weed. A consortium of hobos with a common goal to get fucked up for a day to forget about what they are living in and just take the day all hazy. But in seriousness, I think with that much things could grow into something if I just let it work its' magic.
You may agree and you may not but at the end of the day I am just thankful I took this off my chest at an early morn with my freezing fingers beating the keyboard like a hound on a scent of some delicious pussy cat.
I say thank you for your time and hope you took something from this, or at most had a laugh.
ciao'
Thanks for your time
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