Fully awake

3 hours that's the time I spend every morning looking for work. 3 more hours on growing my business, either through research building my sites and reaching out to other people. 1.5 on social media. Now I am adding the pursuit of another degree because that has worked out so well for me right. Someone said you're not trying hard enough change your methods, well let's see I guess I could take my kids with me and go door to door with my degree's on my back and hold up a sign that says will work to fee my kids, I wonder if that would get more results. I am frustrated and tired of feeling taken advantage of. I work hard to help others and in return I have nothing to show for it but empty promises and broken dreams. I am not angry though. I made this life, had I chosen to be ruthless and uncaring, which honestly was my character as a youth, I could be somewhere far beyond the struggle and rhetoric that has become a standard soundtrack for myself and others who are going through the same situation I am in. We are the voices of the educated masses that have been forgotten, and pushed into the delivery service, fast food worker, janitorial services, or some other JOB that we could have easily kept from high school and been store managers had we not chosen the path of higher education, or chasing the American Dream that has been deferred like our student loans. Now I sit here with little hope wondering what will be the spark to ignite my madness. Here I sit an over-educated clerk clinging to that last shred of manhood, and dignity because I cannot be the man of my home. In the end it is my fault for caring of others before I secured my own, and thus I have learned a valuable lesson. No One Is Coming To Save Me, or you. Be Afraid because I am going to make sure my children are not like me. That they will live on and will never face the struggle of choosing between food on the table or lights.