I woke up at 4 am today. Didn’t intend to. But that’s what happens when your work is so important that you stress out over your ability to make ends meet and keep a roof over your family’s head. And you lay in bed staring at the dark ceiling wondering whether it’s all just a great lie. A dangling carrot on a movie screen as you run along a treadmill; clean-shaven and committed to making a dollar.

The rich must take special classes to learn how not to laugh at us as we make our way through a world where every day we sell our most valuable resource for the advancement of commercialism. Collecting scraps off the shop floor to take home and feed our children. Explaining to them that if they’re lucky, one day they too can sell their time in the struggle to survive for ninety years.

The world really is a vampire – sucking the creativity out of you until you’re dried up and turned to ash.

Rebel. Disrupt. Create until the world can no longer ignore you. Feed that to your children.


Jim Mitchem

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Jim Mitchem

Writer. Father to daughters. Husband. Ad man. Raised by wolves. @jmitchem on twitter. First novel, Minor King, out now.