I have been working now for years, since I left school really I have never been out of work or education for any significant length of time, recently
I actually changed jobs and I love my new job. The other day though I became very jealous, one of the girls I work with had her last ever day of work,
she was heading off to retirement.
It dawned on me that I still have at least 20 years before I will be able to go into work one day and leave knowing I will never have to “work”
another day in my life.
This pissed me off.
I really got thinking about it and I have decided, I don’t want to work anymore, it’s not a laziness thing, its not because i “hate my job”,
its quite simply because I hate the idea of having to work these 40+ hour weeks for the rest of my life. I think the ages of 20-60 are a individuals
most productive, so it sucks that by the time it comes to my retirement I will have worked for even more than those 40 years, I will basically have
wasted that time selling it in exchange for money and a huge chunk of that money will go to paying for my taxes and retirement which won’t actually
come along for at least another 20 years. In short I am basically spending my best years “working for the man”, just so the man can t take a huge
chunk of it away to pay taxes and another big chunk so that while I am withering away he doesn’t need to worry about me. Really by working I am just
a slave to money and those who have the biggest pile of it
It totally sucks.
Like I say, I do enjoy my job, but I would much rather spend these years of work, "my best years", doing charity work, spending time with my family,
studding something I really want to study and just kicking back and reading a good book on a tropical beach somewhere.
Surly this is the dream that most of us must have, to never work again but still be productive just not in terms of money but rather in terms of
bettering ourselves and those around us.
The only barrier is those horrible little bits of paper that I have to go to work for just so I can eat at the end of the day. I feel like I am in a
prison of work and money that I will only get kicked out of once “the man” deems that my time is no longer worth anything. The idea of getting a
“job” so you can sell your time and skills to someone else for a tiny portion of their huge pile of cash (most of which you have to give
“them” back in some way) forces us all into this social prison that I think prevents us all form achieving true full self actualisation. It
prevents us from becoming the very best we can be or being who we truly want to be, who we fantasised about being as kids because we have all been
crammed into this big cage of time for cash.
So now I want to quit my job, that’s the only way out of this prison, they don’t get my time, i don’t get their cash but i do get my freedom.
I never want to work again
I just haven’t figured out how I would survive and enjoy my life without becoming homeless when i am no longer a slave to “them”.
So if any of you have any advice about getting over this barrier I would love to hear it.
edit on 27-3-2014 by OtherSideOfTheCoin because: (no reason given)
edit on 27-3-2014 by OtherSideOfTheCoin because: (no reason