The root of all evil. The bane of my existence. What to do? If I stay here, work, and go to school, then I am poor. Poverty-stricken in a city minutes away from the likes of Bill Gates whose toothbrush probably costs more than my car. But if I succuumb to the temptation to travel, to leave the city, or pursue a different life then I am stuck at the end even broker than I was before, regretting my decisions, and unsure of what has happened.
If I believed in biblical things, I would say that this is the time of Job in my life, but on a much-smaller scale. Maybe I am operating under the principle of Murphy’s Law, which states that, “Everything that can go wrong will go wrong.” I’ve decided to take a cautiously optimistic approach to life and my spell of minor troubles and believe that if the universe is indeed dishing me a few too many sides of bad luck, I’m going to take it as a semi-positive sign and believe that at least I am somewhat important- being totally ignored by the Fates would be worse, wouldn’t it?