Syndicated Note: Who knew you actually had to do something to succeed?

I've found myself thinking the past few days about the future and what it has in store for me. Is it a rock future where I skin my knee on every rough surface until I finally give up at the end or do I take those scrapes and turn them into a lesson I teach my kids when we're living out of a cardboard box and selling crack on the street as a team... because nothing spells teamwork like crack dealing.

This is the deal, I've chosen to pursue a career in film and the success rate is low. It isn't that I would consider myself a failure if I didn't make it big, it's that if I didn't make it big I wouldn't be able to live because of healthcare. See diabetes has become an issue as of late, what will I do if I fail? What will I do if I cannot make it to the comfortable level of supporting myself? These thoughts have found their way into my head this week. They make me uncomfortable. It's hard to grasp failure at this point because failure in my mind is not an option. At this point I wish I wasn't as smart as I am so that I wouldn't understand what is at sake, or even better I wish I was smarter so I could work the problem out and plan accordingly. But I don't have those options because I am who I am and that's who I'll be. The only comfort I find is that I would probably be in this situation with any career I tried to pursue, not just film. So in the meantime, from now until future me becomes defined (either as a crack-dealing dad or film executive), I will continue to hope for the best cause that's what they (parents, teachers, and you) have told me to do. Just in case I don't make it, does anyone know the going rate for crack right now? And is it rate? I mean I don't know the terminology for selling smack...