Reconciliation

I just got home from the office, a routine which seems to never end. Clock in, clock out; a system that has put countless of people under the control of the need to bring food to the table or finance exuberant lifestyle for some. Pay checks do come in different amounts but more often than not it will not equate the expenses one has.
I have a job but after just a day of receiving my pay check, I am officially broke.
A large chunk of my money went to the rent and what was left of it paid the water bill. That’s it. It’s gone.
That is what makes life not very easy.
Still life has been very good on me.
At the office, I’ve made friends with a few good people who make corporate life seem fun. When I get home, I have wonderful children who can put my worries away at the drop of a hat. Both of which have made something burn in me again. An old flame. Not with someone though but something I thought I will never meet again. My passion for drawing. It has been a long time since I felt drawing something. It feels so good that I find myself forgetting some old habits I have. I don’t know how long this feeling is going to last but it feels good to have reconciled with myself.