Yeah.. like so many of you. I work. I work at a job. Daily. Why? Obligation. Do I like it? Well, it doesn’t matter if I do or not. I have to do it because I have obligations. I have a house to pay for. I have children and a wife to feed.
“Oh!” says the optimist, the pragmatist, the dreamer, “you should do what you LOVE!”
Yeah.. I’d like to. But what I “love” doesn’t pay as much as what I do right now. What do I do? It really doesn’t matter. I do stuff. It pays pretty well. Do I like it? It doesn’t matter if I like it…like I said, it pays well, and I have to do it. Is that sad? Yeah, probably so…but my needs are met. My family is fed and housed…and I’ll have an ok pension if I stay right where I am. Retirement in somewhere between 18 and 20 years…or thereabouts…should be mildly comfortable…if all plays out as expected. It’s a gamble, I know.
Do I love it? Do I do what I love? Am I doing exactly what I thought I’d do when I was a teenage dreamer back in the 80s? It doesn’t really matter, does it? I watch other people do what I love…and I’m ok with that I guess. In the end, it’s only money I’m after…just enough, you understand, and I’m living life as best as I can because of the choices I’ve made…and I’m at peace with that I suppose. I have to be.
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