“I still find each day too short for all the thoughts I want to think, all the walks I want to take, all the books I wand to read, and all the friends I want to see”
I find this to be true with 90% of people that I am close to. Lack of time robs from us the ability to do the things we love to do, and I see two factors to this. Those factors being sleep and work.
Sleep is pretty self-explanatory. Our body needs rest in order to function properly. If I could go through life and only use sleep as a luxury, I surely would. But, oh well, it’s necessary. I mean we sleep away around 1/3 of our lives. Think if we could use that time for other purposes. Anyway, I don’t want to elaborate too much on this. There is little we can do about it. (Just don’t sleep in till 1 in the afternoon each day.)
Now onto work, ask yourself something. Would you do what you do right now for 40 hours a week if money was not an issue? I doubt many people reading this can answer with a yes. But it doesn’t matter. Do you want to know why? Because money is an issue. You must have it in order to live. You must work those long hours for some guy you probably never met who is just getting fat pockets off your labor, just so you can get by. I want to take a look at our “wages” for a second. Let me just make the assumption that the majority of the people reading this are working a job that pays minimum wage (or close to it). Minimum wage, doesn’t that just spell it out. Minimum wage is nothing but the lowest possible wage that can sustain an individual so he or she can keep working for the one who is reaping all the benefits. And what are they left with. Hardly anything. They are stripped of everything they desire to do. We must live, and in order to live we must have money, and in order to have money we must work. “We are born, hired and then disposed.” What happened to doing the things we’ve always dreamed of? For most, these desires are never satisfied, but rather we just keep dreaming or cease to dream at all. Nobody (excuse the cliché) stops to smell the roses. They can’t or else that money stops coming in, and soon after, so does the bread.
Anyway, do not take me wrong. I’m no communist. I believe the solution to this is not in a political economic system, but rather a change in the individual’s life. If those we are the company owner or C.E.O., or whatever big title they have, start running their business with interests other than their own considered, then the workers might actually receive some adequate pay and benefits enabling them to free up a little bit more of their time. Then maybe they could take those walks, read those books and visit those friends without the worry of the next day riding on their shoulders.
(Just a side note. As far as economic systems go. I truly believe that Capitalism at this particular point in time values the individual more than any system going. Contact me, we’ll talk.)