The Gambler

It's all so damn non-linear. Sometimes living life really appears to be completely random. It seems like there are people who just stumble upon great things while others strive and strive only to just squeeze by with minimal validation/rewards.

Opportunity just kinda floats around out there like that monster poker hand some of us dream of getting. Some of us do get those cards, some do not. Some of us bluff to try and win and some just coast on great hands. Both strategies are acceptable, though one does appear easier than the other doesn't it?

No matter what hand you get dealt, you still ultimately have to play the hands to have a shot at winning. Sometimes that means you gotta play a LOT and in some cases lose a lot.

Living for your dreams is exactly like a gambling addiction. That “swing” will eventually come your way, but you gotta hang in there. You sell everything and borrow your family broke all biding on that one hope that your luck will eventually change. Your ship will come in...

In the midst of this [waiting] game your belief becomes your addiction. You struggle with the temptation of giving up, but even at your lowest point, you are compelled to keep going. You wish you could give up but your identity has become so linked with this belief - this dream - that you begin to fear everything but the dream. Reality becomes an inhibitor of your true self. You must cling to your faith. No matter what the world says you have hang in there! Eventually you get to a point where abandoning the faith is no longer even an option. Now, fully obsessed, you can finally have complete clairvoyance about your future and – along with your pride - rest in the knowledge that you are truly standing for something and doing the right thing.

I am doing the right thing...right? RIGHT?!

HELLO?!  Is anybody out there?

I am only living for my dreams here.

Or am I caught up in the vicious circle of addiction?

Hmm.

Artists Anonymous here I come.