As I get older and embrace the 9-5 lifestyle, the massive time crunch struggle really begins to grate on me. Geez, even as I write this my pen has run out of ink. Something seems to be keeping me from writing this truth.
The truth is this: Time and having enough of it to achieve my goals has shrunk significantly. The time to do the things I really want to do and achieve before I leave Earth is running short. Writing tons of stories and making them come to life is one of those goals.
Our lives are full of too many stories and interesting people. To not write about it is a crime. To write about ones life is to honor it. Honor your memory, life. It's part of the human condition. Doing work that we aren't passionate about for the sake of living is something that, I think, can actually rob us of success. It robs me of the time it takes doing the things I was made to do. As I write this 'work' tries hard to keep me busy & keep me from writing this. Too much of our time is used working for survival. If everyone got to do what they loved to do and what they were actually good at instead of what they have to do, I truly believe the world would be a better place.
The dark thing about working so much is that it will wipe away your commitments, personality, memories, of who you were, your friends, enemies, great moments in your life and completely wipe them out. It will wipe out all ego. It will make those things seem unimportant and trivial. It sells you on the idea that the only thing that's important is working a lot and making a lot of money. The all-time consuming job will make it the first and foremost thing in your life, removing any drama, romance, etc...as I stand & write work is pulling me away from
writing this.
Work will leave you tired and exhausted everyday so that you struggle to achieve anything you need or like to get done at home. If you work weekends it will suck out your energy to 'go out' & have a social life. It will rob you of any kind of specialness you think you have & smooth out any kind of edges you might've had. It will rob you of your time with friends, in person, on the phone and it will suck away your willingness to make new ones.
It will suck out your mojo.
Unfortunately, it gives you time to dream as torture. It does do that very well! It's much like looking at that photo of a beautiful vacation spot at the corner of your desk you can never afford to go visit.
Hey, at least I'm not bitter!
