After much deliberation and confusion about the irony of life I've decided to seek the diverse and wise advice of my fellow travelers in this journey of the unfair life.

Lemme go back a little, you see life was good till it got to the point I lost both parents, that was before my secondary school leaving exam, I finished school on merit (scholarship) so did my younger brother.

I have a senior bro and sis, so after school with no money to further my education, I was advised and taken ( by big bro ) to serve an uncle for four years which ended up turning sour for me, if you are wondering why your guess is as good as mine I was kicked out when I asked for my money. They brought up numerous complains of me, saying I'm a thief, scoundrel and incompetent.


I picked myself and traveled back to my bro's (big) place now married with a wife ( no child then). We'll I started getting sick regularly I was sick most times, but no one cared as much as buying me a single tablet.*sigh* I started having problems with my brothers wife she didn't want me in the house, I'd go hungry and starve coupled with my sickness most days I couldn't even stand up.


Most days I'd wish for death with tears in my eyes and I finally considered suicide.My Bro started finding fault with me then he shipped me away like a piece of dirt to my grandma's place in the village when I was at the point of death, he never called me till today for more than four years now.


Well the good old woman took care of me and in no time I felt better. With the desire to work I moved in with my sister and lil bro and engaged in any menial job I can lay me hands on till I got a job to work at a gas plant. Well the pay was manageable and I gave my support to those who stood by me. But it doesn't stop me from wondering and asking questions why life chose to be cruel.


Have I done something wrong to deserve this?? What are your other wealthy people doing right that the wretched are doing wrong??. I have a resolve to never go into crime but my morality is thining away with each passing minute. I mean look at the world around you, you'll see lil kids going into fraud and cashing out big time but the ones with the mindset of hustling legit are struggling from hand to mouth. They say hard work pays, but I've worked my bones out, I just seems I'm walking on a treadmill my legs are walking but I ain't moving forward*.



CONCLUSION

I'm at the crossroads right now, but I need your honest reply and advice. I've gone through things that if written here could fill the encyclopedia of human sorrow and suffering so I'm asking you guys this question “I'VE GOT NO BASIC SKILL, I DIDN'T ATTEND AN HIGHER INSTITUTION, BUT I CAN WRITE I GOT A PASSION FOR IT. IF YOU WERE ME WHAT WOULD YOU DO?? HOW CAN I MAKE A LIVING WITH JUST WRITING”.


Your contributions and advice would be very welcomed THANKS I'll sit in the comments section


Lalasticlala it would be kind if you or any mod pushed this topic to front page, I need answers

writing alone would not put food on your table.
To make it legally, you must have a skill, a certificate or a business. in your case, you need to start business but most importantly is Jesus.

Read "On the Heights of Despair"_by Emil Cioran.