Growing My Talents for a Profit
A train of thought poem about my goals.
Swimming in a sea of options, How can I know which one to choose? Will, it bites me in the butt, Could it make me set for life?
In a world where anything can be used for profit, Why is it so have to pick what to do? As I pass my days away, I could’ve already made it big.
Will my stickers turn to gold? Should I make an NFT? Keep writing my poems for the world to read? Get a “real” job and slave my days away?
I use to work a normal job, I hated my life and quit that shit. Over 100 stickers as you can see here*. Hours spent with no sales. An NFT, I could create, But do I have the skills it takes?
Someday I will find my golden ticket, My way to survive in this world. To thrive and relax, What a life that would be.
Maybe it will be something new. There are so many things I can learn. One of them will be the perfect match. My options are endless, All I have to do is try.
The joy of starting small, Growing my talents as I go. Reaching new highs, Climbing out from my lows.
Spreading my wings out wide, I’m ready to take the plunge. Into a new venture, I will go, Exploring all there is to know. I must trust myself as I fall, For I know my wings are strong.
Keep doing what I know I can, Sticker designs and words that flow. Every day getting slightly better. Who cares if I’m not great just yet? If I quit it all now, I will never reach my goals.
Staying strong and pushing on, The work is hard I know. Doing something I find fun, Make the hours fly by in a blur. I may fail or I could win, A chance worth taking I must say, Making a profit doing something I enjoy.
So for now I plug away, Finding new options all around. New stickers are designed every day, Poems are typed out at the speed of sound. Happy to waste my time if should I fail, It will be worth it, it always is.
*The link to my RedBubble shop is in this poem. I would make a small profit if you buy my work.





