I loved my primary school, what I remember most out of
everything we did was the assemblies. Sure we had some good lessons,
but the assemblies were different. There was one story in one assembly which I
came to embody as my own life. The story of the two mice, I will retell it for
your benefit. There are two mice that fell into a bucket of cream. They fought and fought to escape, running as fast as they could to get out. Eventually the
first mouse gives up and drowns. The second mouse keeps running till it churns
that cream into butter. And that appears to be my life, granted the butter is
not particularly thick at the moment, but I expect it shall thicken with time.
Ultimately the question is and always will be how much do you want it? I was
speaking to a girl at one of my many jobs, she was an English student. I told
her the journey I had been on, the six years churning away at that cream.
She responded, “That seems like hard work.”
So I will ask you again, how much do you want it? I gave up
watching television, I gave up computer games because I wanted this more than I
wanted them. You may think I am being extreme here, I know that, I don’t care I
will not go to my grave wondering if I could have given just that little bit
more. Before I was born I won my first race; the race for life. The promises about my life are slowly being fulfilled. Since March this year I have earned more from writing than I have from my other job, somewhere between selling books and advertising products I am actually making a decent income. I won't pretend like there aren't bad months, cause there are, but there are also very good months. This month has been a very good month. Whilst I await the return of my beloved laptop I thought it would be a good time to start a new project, it will be a collection of short stories with a Yorkshire theme.
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