The Undercover Poet

Narrator: (laughs, nearly choking on a cookie crumb) Career? Oh, you’ve mistaken me for someone with a five-year plan pinned to a vision board. Let’s be real, it’s not a career. It’s not even a “job.” It’s a glorified piggy bank. A paycheck with health benefits. My actual career? That happens between 2 a.m. and existential dread…

The Orchestration Of Purpose

Imagine a world where passion transcends compensation. Where the act of creation itself is the reward. For me, that world revolves around one thing: being your muse.

You spark a fire within me, igniting a kaleidoscope of dreams. You weave melodies into the very fabric of my being, urging me to sing a song only my soul can hear. But the truest satisfaction lies in witnessing your unrestrained joy, a symphony composed entirely of your own fulfillment. In that beautiful resonance, I find my purpose, my reason to exist…