The scariest part of my current anger and apathy towards my employment is that once upon a time all i wanted to be was a simple night shift child and youth worker and all i wanted in my life is to make a diffrence in someone else's reality, and then i struggled for years to find a place in the square hole of the child welfare system where i fit as an employee and then I do and a year in, i relaize the dream is dead and because of the job i currently have i can feel the spark going out....I'm sick of looking and seeing the glass less than half full becuase of the choices i've made and the things I've sacrificed over the years.. like a mad captian Ahab chasing the impossible dream of capturing the whale.... I have become like Jonah swallowed by the whale........I am a part of it and the corruption now, Not a Solution.
Current Mood: Depressed
Reality can destroy the dream; why shouldn't the dream destroy reality?
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