Being Honest With Fiction

Back when I was a salesman and young and with no real direction or idea as to what I wanted for myself, the bad days were hard and the hard days were unbearable to say the least.An older friend of mine used to tell me, “just keep plugging, kid!”In fairness, hated my job. I hated my life.I hated that I had no direction and I hated that everything seemed like a dead-end or something was always pending.Life has changed since then.At the same time, life has not changed all that much. I often think about a line, which came from the timeless brilliance of my favorite cartoon character Bugs Bunny. “Is this trip really necessary?”And I wonder. Is all of this going to be worth it in the end?Is the juice worth the squeeze?Or wait . . .What am I working for and better yet, what am I fighting for? I know that I can’t quit.I know that in the end, I have to get up more times than I’ve been knocked down.And that in itself is a success.No matter who is on my side or who plots against me; if i go down…