top of page

The Path's We Choose

A time comes when a man must choose

A life of security

or

A life of passion


The two cannot coexist

Except in the few lucky ones

Who’s passions are so polished

That the livers of security

Will pay for glimpses

Of that passion


They live through the art

Through the passion

And they wish

That was the path they would’ve chosen


The starving artist

Looks at the life of security with envy

As he struggles to sell his art

As he faces rejection

After rejection

After rejection

As he barely pays the bills

And drives around in an old beater

As the ones around him question his life decisions

And he continues to struggle

For the sake of his passion


Then there are those whose passion

Is making money.

Be careful of these ones

They will sell your soul for

a vacation

They will sell everyone's soul

for power


What path will you choose?


-C.H.

 
 
 

Recent Posts

See All
Dear Owen,

“Hello, Owen. I’m sorry it has taken me so long to get back to you. Dying takes up most of my time these days. I am only kidding. Dying isn’t so bad. It is actually extremely boring. Once you realize

 
 
 
Sincerely, Your friend, Owen Day.

“Hey, Doc, it’s me, Owen. Just checking in again. It’s been awhile since we last spoke. Listen, I have to talk to someone. It happened again, Doc. I fell in love. I really thought she was the one. I f

 
 
 
Magic

A million tiny orange and black butterflies surrounded us     As we walked to the waterfall         On top of a mountain           The most beautiful woman in the world             Held my hand in her

 
 
 

Comments


Post: Blog2_Post

©2021 by Clintwritingshit. Proudly created with Wix.com

bottom of page