Why do we work?

I really thought my husband would have been home by now.  Like usual, I’ve been doing a lot of thinking. I went on a two hour walk just to think. It was refreshing. Why do we work? For obvious reasons of survival, yes, but beyond that…? Why do we work? Why do people go to and fro wasting away their lives doing something they hate and then coming home exhausted with no will to do anything but eat and maybe sleep? When did this happen? I’d like to say it happened when things became industrialized, when today’s society pitted us against each other. Something outside of us lies and tells us we must achieve, achieve, achieve and make tons of money. Consume. A lot of consuming. We work to consume. We are slaves to consuming. We are slaves to out consuming our neighbors even. I won’t even begin to extrapolate on the environmental and social damage consuming does either. I just ask, what if, we either worked just enough to provide the money to do what we really love? Just enough money. I guess in our society “just enough” will have to be rethought. Ask yourself though, are you a slave to your possessions. If so, do something about it.

 You don't need a brand new car- the stupid thing devalues 15% when you drive it off the lot. You shouldn't be living with a car payment! Nuts! Sell it, buy a used one. You don't need new clothes every week. Heck, mine are going on years here. Most garments are made in sweat shop factories in Asia and Jordan. That need is fulfilled by the tears and suffering of someone just like you. Cable is over-rated. Reality shows are a lie, and time spent with family wasted. You only get one shot at this. What would the world really be like if we all had the power to say "screw it" and just do what we loved? I don't know, but it sounds nice.

Then after that I had to knock out a screen, climb four feet, and squeeze myself between the window and headboard to get into my house. An eight inch gap mind you. I felt totally BA.