Despair is made up of many small things.
People you know flaunting big gigs, making big waves.
Paychecks that have yet to arrive.
Having to leave the house to get out of the way but not knowing where.
Nothing happening all week.
Water retention.
Waiting for calls for confirmed work.
Foo fighters cancelling on Singapore.
Having nothing to say about my day because nothing happened.
Not having enough money to take a budget flight for a friend's wedding.
Not having enough money to buy presents.
It's true, without work one is helpless, useless, boring.
Work was made to give us fulfilment, to make us tired by evening, and proud of our day.
Someone said that freelance work is a "feast or famine" lifestyle.
There are always jobs to take on, not always the right ones for me. But until I can flaunt big gigs and make big waves, I can't choose.
Next week, please come quickly.
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