what else to do when the rain falls so heavy against the window outside?
Get melancholic get poetic have a drink have another
close and then lock the door to your room and don't listen to the voices coming from outside They want to distract you They don't want you to be successful and make it in life
They're all haters
He covered his ears and squinted his eyes at the computer screen doing his best to block out the negativity that came from beyond the door
“I can't get up!” the voice croaked. “Come help me. I can't get up.” And then with a cry, “Please!”
“Shut the fuck up, grandma! I'm trying to write in here. Jesus Christ, I'm trying to make it big, don't you understand? For fuck's sake now.”
He had also sent a manuscript to a potential publisher and was waiting for a reply. It's been two days already
everywhere you go it's the same all the big shots, the people who made it, athletes, entrepreneurs, artists, and so on they all tell you to dream big, to set high goals and then trust the infinite intelligence of the universe while you just do your part of the work he thought he was surely not the only one who tired of it but he applied the methods "When I was young and poor," said one of the big shots on TV, "I used to walk into the most expensive stores in the city and I would try out the most expensive clothes. I would take them into the fitting rooms and put them on and just look at myself in the big mirror, trying to capture that feeling of already having what I desired. Trying to see myself actually owning those fancy things." It was excellent advice He followed…
Daydreaming as a profession 