nothing matters but the weekend (469 hits)
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Submitted by screaney (View user info) at 2004-08-12 14:55:23 EDT
sometimes i feel shackled by life and i find myself asking things like "do i really have any freedoms in this world?", "am i really meant to live this way?" or "is there something better out there"? i then imagine myself walking freely, alone; insouciantly through a lightly wooded forest, a calm and transitory breeze playing off the small coniferous trees in the early spring morning, far removed from the vissicitudes of city life. i owe allegiance to no one. i can do as i please, when i please. but this illusion is only a chimera, a foolish fancy. this fantasy is not to be had. not today. not in this life.
how do we do it? i really don't know. day in and day out, we work. we work for money.
why do we do it? its simple. we have to. we have little choice.
the better part of our fleeting lives is spent in service to another. even the self employed and unemployed must make sacrifices of their natural lives in order to make a dollar. five days a week i am indebted to a company. five days a week, i am expected to perform to a set of standards on to which my continued employment depends. granted, i am remunerated for my duties, and i am humbled and grateful for the opportunity to work. but my continued existence is dependent on my company's generous auspices...and i am eternally thankful for their support.
i am thankful that i was garnered with the faculty to serve another. i am thankful to my employers that allow me to exist. i am thankful that in exchange for my work, i am paid. i am paid so i can live. i live so i can serve. my service is my work. and my work is now my life.
nowadays, we work without question. most of us anyways. we pick a job/career/or type of work, and we trudge through until we are too old, too tired, or too jaded to continue. we fantasize of better times, better places and better lives while working; praying for the weekend or just our next day of respite. the solace of a day-off provides comfort when we really know its just a paliative to keep us loyal to our masters. but we don't mind. we are kept alive. and we should be thankful.
with our fundamental needs depending on money, we redeem our lives through service. we live to serve and serve to live. we are essentially 'bought out' when we are born. this is the way of the world, as it always has been and always will.
so why do we do it? why do we work?
we have to. our lives depend on it. it is the way of things. and we should be grateful.
amen...
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Submitted by Gnome (user info) at 2004-08-12 17:46:40 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
no hobo cult for me.
like the thought. didn't like the depressing ending. couldn've made a happy ending with some good reference to the weekend. now i'm just depressed, not that i work all that hard. i mean, i'm here now aren't i?
Submitted by screaney (user info) at 2004-08-12 15:50:28 EDT (#)
Ranking: 0
do you guys want to join my hobo-cult? we will live like forest demons and murder wayward travellers.
Submitted by Zandy1123 (user info) at 2004-08-12 15:46:10 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
yeay capitalism.
let's bring back the barter system
check this guy out - http://www.dickproenneke.com/
that's what I'm talking about!
Submitted by DamienX (user info) at 2004-08-12 15:44:59 EDT (#)
Ranking: 0
"I am Jack's wasted life."
Submitted by Cryopaul (user info) at 2004-08-12 15:22:56 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Now I'm depressed. I long for the day when I can say my work is done. I'll then retire to a 30+ acre ranch and spend the rest of my days tending the land.
Submitted by Random Joe at 2004-08-12 15:08:35 EDT (#)
Ranking: 1
This could have been shorter cause you repeat the same thing over and over and over again... for that it get a plus one becasue it's so true...
Submitted by freebie (user info) at 2004-08-12 15:06:40 EDT (#)
Ranking: 0
When you get a wife and a few kids it makes more sense.