earning it.

earning a living.
why do we all equate that with gettin' dollars?
realistically, it should be called "workin' for loot to buy sh!twith, instead of livin'....."
it comes from reformation church positions, called livings,
where churchy duties were accompanied by a financial tribute.
living wages. pay for your job. that kind of stuff.
and i'm not sayin' i don't like buyin' stuff,
or that i don't work, either. (although that's arguable.)
i AM sayin' that i'm more interested in the bigger picture.
earning a living.
as in:
being worthy of the day-to-day livin' i'm doin'.
even when i'm broke.
even when i'm on vacation.
even when i'm at work.
most folks work hard, get drunk, watch t.v., simmer in their own weak sauce, and repeat.
over and over, and over, and over and over.....
they make money, they make babies, they make a mess,
but they don't make a life.
they earn dollars, but not the spirit of gratitude and generosity,
not the berserker barbarian battle-beast breakbeats.
they pass the time between weekends, until their inevitable weak ending.
it's a bummer, for sure.
but,
it's not for us, now, is it?
may i suggest a new interest in volunteer work?
don't worry,
you won't need to sign a petition, network on fakebook, or use a fancy tote bag, or anything.
only a big ol' batch of pro-bono barbarian infrastructure investments.
self-improvement through active participation.
i'm sayin',
it's all already really happening,
all around us, every day,.
so c'mon;
we're gonna do at least one thing that makes the whole day worth having had happened.
today, tomorrow, next week, all the time.
no matter how big,
regardless of how small,
but always independent of the number of ingots, ducats, dubloons, and pieces of eight we make.
get those dollars, for sure...
but make sure to make time for minutes that actually matter.
i mean,
are we fortune's boldest, stay goldest warrior poets or cookie-cuttin' six-pack superbowlers?
music makers? dreamers of dreams? (my snozberries taste delicious, yo)
exemplary examples, my ninjas.
just be dope.
it's easy, really;
arctic underfloorboard plumbing repairwork,
bmx bowl blastin',
photographin',
bonfirin',
graphic-designin',
pizza-bakin',
home-cooked meal makin',
world-travelin'
local roadtrippin',
whatever.

hard work is it's own reward.
local, global, small-scale, full-sized, the whole batch.
life worth livin'.
that's what's poppin'.
the current currency for lightning striking vikings is real life.
and i'm filthy flippin' rich, despite the moths in my wallet.
(AD)venture capitalists, ya'll.
i'm buying, selling, and trading in experiences.
i've got (gun)stocks and mutual bonds (of friendship).
a life that makes sense, not cents;
never quiet, never soft....