Making a Living

Making a living: 

I've always been somewhat of a loss at making a living, even the term makes little sense to me being that I'm already alive and seem to be making it just fine with breath and heartbeat and the infinite things my body does completely on its own to keep me functioning just fine within the world. It's weird to consider that my job is what it takes to make a living, my life devoted to a career for a certain length of time before I'm able to simply relax and be alive. Perhaps some of this is envy on my end as I've never felt called by passion to pursue a certain direction for a lifelong vocation, not job wise at least, but I've always been drawn to writing, being creative, my own thoughts expressed in poetic fashion. 

it's never been a means of making a living though. 

fortunately my needs have always been simple and I've gotten by with jobs that satisfied the bills to be paid, providing me with healthy food and a home - even if this wasn't my vocation, not really a career of passion. Somehow though, I was making a living, or I should say that I was creatively being alive, lived and expressed fully as an aspect of life, not defined by a job, or present role. 

being exactly as I am. 

always. 

the truth is, we don't really make a living, life's already been given to us by a sure and certain grace of mystery. Or more so,  is that it's not something that can ever truly be given, it what we are by the very fabric of our nature,  that we are born from every infinite strand of its structure to be exactly as we are right now. 

we don't make a living...

we're life. 

everything else is a bonus. 

~

Peace, Eric