I find it hard to measure my progress in life. A year ago I was hustling online, chasing paper to keep my head above the fray. And am still doing that today, same hustle, same chase, same me. So where's the progress?
Honestly I don't see any upwardly movement. I feel stranded in time. True am writing a lot more since joining Steemit but that's the only highlight. I fix computers which is few and far in between, do online work, dabble in cryptocurrencies, write copy, ads etc, proofread and edit work especially during the school year, but where's the progress? How does one measure success? Does it only depend on the amount of money you making or that you became famous? I mean writing is oxygen to me. It's my truth serum no doubt but is there something missing in my revelation. Something tangible that screams success with no equivocations.
Now that I'm about to move can I call it progress? I do have great expectations for my immediate future in the new place. I definitely want to switch things up. Tweak my hustle to maximize my earnings. I know I am always preaching about the money but that is reality for me. Nothing comes before the hustle. I use the web like a tool. Technology is to be exploited for human advancement and sustenance. Today I reinstalled steam on Linux to play couple games. Been a minute since I played any game. I guess E3 baited me. I use my machines strictly for work and art.
I think about writing a novel but am just not feeling it in the 21st century. I started one and it is gathering digital dust in the cloud. Sometimes I click it open and start writing but it doesn't last. Publishing a full blown novel would be mad progressive right? I don't know that I am about that anymore. I really want to progress and will never stop striving. The struggle is real. And why does progress even matter anyway?
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