All of us carry burdens. But there comes a time called the breaking point, when the weight becomes just too much. I carry the burden of providing for my family. My creativity helps me obtain the dough that my family needs. With prices rising due to the recession, this burden weighs me down, crushing me lower. I nearly kill myself sometimes just to get my work done so that in due time I receive my pay to push off my back some ofthe mounting bills. There are times when depression creeps into my life because even if you spend all day working, the income  you receive is just not enough for every need. Frustration is inevitable at times like these. The effort you exert is not commensurate to the income you will receive. There has to be a better way of doing things. Then doubts set in when you don’t get the things you aspire for. Maybe, I think, I’m in the wrong kind of work. Maybe I am in the wrong kind of company. Maybe I am in the wrong kind of industry. Maybe, maybe, maybe. endless maybes. They are running around my head in these desperate times, sprinting for a finish line that doesn’t exist. Can no one help me take this burden off my shoulders?

Rhythm by John Atta Mensah

Joao Paulo Barbosa – Tapirape canoe

Jelaine Faunce – Indecision

Black or white? Up or down? Right or left? Which one to pick? At last I decide on the cupcake with white toppings. The decision triggers in me the memory of a bigger decision I must make. I have to answer my own question—should I stay or should I go? I’m having a dilemma again because my boss is being a real humongous mountain of shit. (more…)