I am next to sure how I fit into the alpha stereotype of success. Money is not something that I measure. I chose to be what I wanted (key on the word want-ed) it means I knew about my needing to search for something [before I knew or not,] that I'd be able to attain. I am convinced of this, in fact.
That because I went down this rabbit hole (I am still - I really can't say.) The point I am trying to make is certain failure. You follow my path, makes you a failure or just an informality of it.
But through it all, I'd do it again. The search for truth. I think of dedicating my life to a life I wanted, only to learn about who I truthfully am.
That is enough.
My point is that I chose to dedicate myself to University in my pursuit of being a scholar in leaving my own impression on the world, through either tired poetic inspiration, earned-not-borrowed, philosophical inquiry, and tested in thought, made to be a writer even if it's all in my sorry state of a ironic form taken.
Working as a class conscious hero, based on what I learned was in not to adhere the elitist standard of life. I am only a slave to god. And that's money for me in this personal assessment of it. Zero currency. Just ideas. And the idea that I am ready for anything being the sinner I am in my faith. Blood is the awareness of my body. Spirit something you wish you were born not to die without.
This all comes at a cost.
The cost to learn what's made from clay as to respect myself as the shape. Not because of title's or status. The same way a lion is ruler of their own domain. A lion doesn't rule she simply obeys. (Only what leads as an undying example for a wilderness that's her own.) I will follow that.
-Marco
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