I read a poem today by the marvelous Charles Bukowski. Although he was a pessimistic and neurotic alcoholic (what famous writers aren’t?), the dude can write. He doesn’t make things complicated or hard to understand and that is the beauty of his style. Somehow he always managed to provoke some creative or inspirational spark within me. The poem I attached below (it’s only part of it) resulted in my thought that it’s so important that humans have drive and purpose. I recently wrote an essay about potential vs. opportunity, and I think that you must be passionate and believe in yourself to fully use your potential and create opportunity. It takes a lot of effort, which is why many people settle for the mediocre. If you’re jaded or bored, do something new. Life is not meant to be boring, so why do we insist on doing it to ourselves?