Not Giving Up · by J Oliver

Shaping up and shipping out, the one phrase every parent wants to hear when their adult children have long overstayed their welcome. Alas, my parents have yet to hear that sweet sequence of words. I’m 30 years old, male, and carried away with a business venture in an industry that sees very few company’s succeed. I don’t give up , but that means not giving up my safe house, in order to pour more of my money into this company. When are taxes due…, sometimes I get so overwhelmed that I don’t know where to begin, or where I left off, or what I have to do. The past few years have been a blur, it’s as if I was sixteen and went to sleep one night then woke up with a hairline that has receded accompanied by orangie-gray facial hair, and a vague memory of a life in its’ early twenties with a feeling of having the whole world figured out. Who has everything sorted out at twenty-two? Well I thought I did, but even just thinking so (when you don’t) may make all the difference in the world. I’m talking about confidence man, the belief that you can do it all, survive anything and everything, and find the way to the finish-line before everyone else. Stay tough big guy, the world is not that different now, just remember those youthful visions that moved you. Why the hell does it just seem like work now?… Am I doing what I love? Perspectives man, perspectives.