Wary of OK

I've always been wary of OK jobs.  I've always wanted heart or harvest without having to be someones else's cog in between.  The heart-filled starving artist allure lessens as I grow older; the more the reality of adult hood scrambles over me.  The river of mediocrity is a harry & scary blunder to jump, but accessible as ever in our technological age.   Eventually I'll have to jump the river no matter what, at least try.  I think maturity is being OK with not making it, really wanting to, but realizing it's not what really matters, when you grow up.