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I realized recently
That my biggest fear
Living a boring life.
Not necessarily a life full of regret,
But a life in which I never built my own door of opportunity,
Picked the lock
And stepped inside.
A life in which I never took the risks I knew I had to,
If I wanted even the chance
Of becoming a singer,
Not that I mind the regular route,
But that one is already barely guaranteed in the first place.
I don’t even know what job I’d enjoy.
How can I continue like this?
Not knowing if I’ll be okay at the job I’m studying for.
Living comfortably is a luxury these days.
What if I’m not cut out for commission work?
It could all be a waste.
I just want to coast if I can’t be happy.
But what if coasting isn’t an option?
What if just managing isn’t an option?
What if I can’t do it?
The whole point is to find a better job, one where I rarely cry because I’m trying my best and it just isn’t good enough.
I hate this misconception, that Millennials are lazy.
I’ve worked my *** off, and I will continue to because that is required to survive.
I’ve worked harder at my minimum wage job than many at their 60k a year plus benefits.
I’m just worried that I’m making the wrong choices,
Because there is information I just cannot know as of yet.
And I could have set myself up for the best, right now.
But I don’t know what that is.
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