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It\u2019s 2 AM.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The bar\u2019s almost dead.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I\u2019m sitting on a cracked leather stool with a beer that\u2019s gone warm and a cigarette burning slow between my fingers. The ashtray\u2019s full. My head\u2019s full. My chest is heavier than the fucking smoke.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
This is where the real shit comes out.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
No nice lighting.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
No filter.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
No pretending I\u2019ve got it all figured out.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
My name is Job.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I\u2019ve lost almost everything a man can lose.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Family. Money. Health. Dignity. Direction. Career<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I\u2019ve been betrayed by people I trusted with my life.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I\u2019ve had clients take my work and disappear with my livelihood.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I\u2019ve had strokes and nervous system breakdowns and still woke up the next day wondering why the hell I\u2019m still breathing.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I\u2019ve screamed at God.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I\u2019ve sat in silence waiting for an answer that never came.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I\u2019ve borrowed my faith secondhand from a man who went through worse and still refused to stay broken.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
And yet\u2026 here I am.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Still smoking.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Still drinking this warm beer.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Still writing.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Still Building.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Even when building feels like bleeding.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
This page \u2014 I Am Job Uncut \u2014 is where I stop performing.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
This is the raw, late-night, unfiltered version of me.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The anger. The dark humor. The dirty thoughts. The moments I want to give up. The stubborn fucking decision to keep going anyway. Something like a spaceship pilot all alone in a very big dark atmosphere and wanting to get home and has no idee how this is going to work out or where his going to, the only guarantee he has is its going to hurt but he doesn’t know where or how yet.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
If you\u2019re also sitting in the ashes at 2 AM out of touch wondering how the hell you\u2019re supposed to keep going\u2026 pull up a stool, brother or sister.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
You\u2019re not alone.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
My name is Job.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
What\u2019s your name?<\/p>\n\n\n\n
And what season are you in right now?<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Let\u2019s talk.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
No bullshit.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Just truth.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Still Building.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
If I Am Job, has brought any support or at least some laughter to you today, please consider buying me a coffee I kind of desperately need that coffee at: paypal.me\/VanDerMerwe7<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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