I always come back here. You realise that you are deciding between being poor or not. Some cannot handle having nothing. Your life declares itself failed from the start. Love really is the only goal.
You can think to yourself, I will do this, I will do that, I will be wealthy. By wealthy you could even say you’ll be middle class, which you probably will be.
What you can decide is to have less, need less. Some have no choice but maybe you do.
With music being dead, art being dead, poetry being dead, or so it seems from digitisation, what else is there but to pull away from it back to analogue, back to carving stone.
Pick up a pencil and write.