The day I walked off a job,
without having another lined up,
the most pronounced emotion
that bubbled up through the stew
was that of liberation.
Positive as that may be,
most people equate self-determination
with the tranquility of happiness.
Certainly, one can lead to the other,
but staring at the stack of bills
shows us the bridge we must build
to span the divide
between freedom and our lives
requires our sweat and torment,
our blood and tears,
and often times,
our souls.