We probably spend
around 90% of our lives working, working so we can earn money to do
the things we love. But if we're working so much when do we get to
enjoy those little things?
I appreciate my days off so much more now, than I did before. For example, I have worked 4 days this week, given myself friday off, and back to work saturday. So how am I going to spend my glorified Friday? Get a tattoo, and get drunk. I think this is an acceptable way. But the problem is, I spend all my days working, to find at the end of the month all my pay gone. Where does it go? Where did all my hard work go? So im stuck in this cycle. Work. Get paid. Money gone. Work. Get paid. Money gone.
Now its not that I dislike working, I love the feeling of clocking out, or when youre on a shift some pretty amazing people, or when you're in a good mood and your shift just flies by. But money is such a funny thing. We never have enough, we constantly spend it, and we always want more. We were put on this world, forced to work, and learn how meaningless money is. Yet everything that we love in life will require money.
So what about those that dont work. How do you spend your weekends? Where does your unlimited amount of money come from? Are you the people im serving during my weekend? This has always been one of my lifes biggest puzzles, and yet some of the people that dont work are just so content with it. Never wanting a job. Never wanting that satisfying feeling when you’ve hanged a section perfectly, that an hour ago looked like a tornado had hit.
But maybe their okay with that, and I cant tell them their wrong, but I can say from observation some people run at the first sight of hard work. And to those people I feel sorry for you. Because one day you're going to be thrown into a ocean, as a little fish, while all us sharks are swimming round, and you're going to have a shock.
I appreciate my days off so much more now, than I did before. For example, I have worked 4 days this week, given myself friday off, and back to work saturday. So how am I going to spend my glorified Friday? Get a tattoo, and get drunk. I think this is an acceptable way. But the problem is, I spend all my days working, to find at the end of the month all my pay gone. Where does it go? Where did all my hard work go? So im stuck in this cycle. Work. Get paid. Money gone. Work. Get paid. Money gone.
Now its not that I dislike working, I love the feeling of clocking out, or when youre on a shift some pretty amazing people, or when you're in a good mood and your shift just flies by. But money is such a funny thing. We never have enough, we constantly spend it, and we always want more. We were put on this world, forced to work, and learn how meaningless money is. Yet everything that we love in life will require money.
So what about those that dont work. How do you spend your weekends? Where does your unlimited amount of money come from? Are you the people im serving during my weekend? This has always been one of my lifes biggest puzzles, and yet some of the people that dont work are just so content with it. Never wanting a job. Never wanting that satisfying feeling when you’ve hanged a section perfectly, that an hour ago looked like a tornado had hit.
But maybe their okay with that, and I cant tell them their wrong, but I can say from observation some people run at the first sight of hard work. And to those people I feel sorry for you. Because one day you're going to be thrown into a ocean, as a little fish, while all us sharks are swimming round, and you're going to have a shock.
