Those Who Went Before

Aug 27, 2006 09:41

To warn you, this is going to sound like a slightly evolved version of something you doubtless wrote when you were sixteen.

Those Who Went Before )

budo, law, parents, angst

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fatfred August 27 2006, 17:41:57 UTC
It's not poorly written. It's about where your heart is.
Sympathy and Understanding.

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jehannamama August 27 2006, 18:10:40 UTC
(((hugs ( ... )

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jehannamama August 27 2006, 20:04:13 UTC
And yes, this was not a poorly written piece, at all.
I have much empathy for your situation.
Remind yourself, "Do what you love. The rest will follow."
It's a truth.

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firefly1mlp August 28 2006, 01:30:17 UTC
My parents simply accept that my job does make good money without much care or understanding of what I do or it's purpose. Which compounds the frustration of why they can't understand why I'm not really happy with it... And until I get my finances in order I really can't "afford" to do anything else. I digress with the fact that I could be doing stuck doing something much worse.

Though no matter what I tell my brother about what I do, I'm still just his silly little sister out playing with the real professionals...

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marjai August 28 2006, 02:22:08 UTC
That's bitter medicine to swallow. I'm teary eyed, Ken, cause your pain echoes mine ( ... )

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madshutterbug August 28 2006, 13:49:10 UTC
Hmm... All the happy people I know devote their lives to something else that they love, and money is an irritating stop along the way.

I guess I usually phrase this one as, "I work to live. I don't live to work." Which is good, because for Damn Sure you ain't gonna get rich as a Registered Nurse. I've been thinking about this myself recently, because I would like to be paid for my photography. When you get down to it, though, paid or not I'll be exposing light-sensitive materials to timed and focused doses just because it's fun.

As for not comprehending the loan of a sword & such for a drunken costume party, I started to say I completely understand. Then I stopped. More than one of those many SCA events I took part in could be called a drunken costume party. Then again, they're my swords, and my hitatare or kamishimo, not loaners. And it was me the next morning working with them to sweat out the hangover, too.

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