There’s Never Enough

Staring at my bank statement, my heart thudded with an all-too-familiar unease. It echoed the sound of my youth: the panicked calls from collectors, the gnawing hunger that only a teenager in debt could understand. I was no stranger to poverty; it had been my co-pilot through life’s turbulent journey. The Wizard book, those Columbia House CDs, the magazine subscriptions that piled up, unopened, in the corner of my room—they were tangible proof of a young man’s aspirations. A young man who hadn’t yet learned the value of a dollar, nor the weight of a debt. My upbringing had offered little in the way of financial wisdom. The church was my second home, where the vow of poverty was a sacred commitment, a refrain that echoed through the pews. The money we made was the money we had. Budgets were as foreign as the moon to me. All of this, combined with the reckless spending habits of a teenager, meant that by the time I held my first Capital One credit card, I was already sinking in a quicksand of debt. Fast forward to the present, my name now synonymous with Global Domination Productions. I’ve found myself in positions where the value of my time has skyrocketed, with paychecks reaching up to $100 an hour, some days even crossing the $1,000 threshold. But these victories are sporadic, the opportunities few and far between. I’m a high-priced talent in a market that doesn’t always have a demand for me. When I began constructing ‘Dominate The Globe’, I had a vision. A platform that would narrate my life, my journey, my victories over addiction, and my relentless pursuit of artistic expression. I dreamt of a steady income that would liberate me from financial stress, giving me the freedom to create and inspire. However, I’ve come to realize that some things are priceless. The message of sobriety, the strength that I have found and shared with my followers, the value of that is immeasurable. Is the universe testing me? Pushing me to the brink to see how far I’m willing to go? Perhaps. But when the money runs low, when my pockets are empty, I remind myself of my greater mission. I’m not just striving for personal success or fame. I’m crafting a legacy, a story that my daughter can look back on, where she can see her father’s grit, his tenacity, his unwavering resolve. That’s my true mission. Every morning, I wake up to the daunting task of figuring it all out. The pressure is immense, but it’s a burden I willingly shoulder. I believe, fervently, that it’s leading me and my family towards a better future. It has to.