I don’t think that I could ever afford to have another “normal” job. It would cost me so much that I really don’t think it would be worth it. I am not talking about money here, I am talking about creativity. I can not afford to have a job that offers me no creative outlet anymore even though it would probably be easier to make ends meet each month, I would be poorer in many other ways.
I have said this before, money isn’t everything or anything. When we die that money will be left in a bank for the people who once cared about us to fight over. Creativity, on the other hand, will be dead when you are. None of your friends or family will be getting left that in your will, once you die, so does your ability to create anything.
This is why I can’t afford to have a “normal” job ever again. Yes, I would have more money and that’s important to a lot of people and necessary for a lot of people, but I am a millionaire in every other way right now. I am sitting here, having just clocked in, writing this blog post for you, it’s 8:35am on a Wednesday morning and I get to write my thoughts on a page and not have to worry about stacking shelves or folding clothes (the only things I am qualified to do.) I am one of the richest people on earth, not because I earn enough to drown a horse, but because my mind is creating something.
The reason I can’t afford to have a “normal” job anymore is very simple, creativity is fucking useless when you’re dead and I don’t any of it left in my bank when I’m gone. Creativity is something that none of us can afford to waste.
Improv word: Afford.