Of course it’s worth it but the drudgery of having to get
up, having to be someplace at an appointed time and having to put in a preset
number of hours has always gone against my inbreed ideal of freedom. Oh I understand the need to work and the need
to bring home a paycheck but that does not negate the feeling of having to work
when the dream of life is to simply be without the constraints of time or
responsibility. It must have something to do with my overwhelming desire to
eat.
Can you imagine a society that does not have to work? A free
and open collective of human souls free to choose their imaginary paths each
and every day devoid of the problems related to responsibility, work or
devotion to anything important? Can you envision
a life of summers, no cares, no worries, no pressures to contribute or produce
just you and the unlimited potential of an eternal dream?
It does sound nice, and it does cause a burning desire
within my soul but how long could something like that last, could a group of
people really subsist in such a culture, who would feed them, who would provide
for them and who would decide who got to join?
If it were a reality I believe I would get up a lot earlier
that 5:00 am at my chance to be selected but therein lays one of the major problems. I’m willing to get up early to get what I
want and the type of person who wants that dream is more than likely a
motivated individual with dreams and interests or at the least a person who
understands that nothing is really for free.
There is always a cost. That cost
is either born by the individual or by others.
In order to sustain a free living soul it will most likely take the
efforts of more than one in order to provide for the needs of the free seeking,
creating the illusion of freedom but the freedom of one is never totally born
by that one, there are always others involved creating a debt that needs to be
pain in order for that freedom to be appreciated and enjoyed.
It’s hard to get up early, it’s difficult to drive to work,
swing a hammer, stand in front a classroom, sit in an office or the thousands
upon thousands of duties we perform so we can realize a weekend off with family. Is it worth it? You are the only ones who can answer that
question. Is it worth it to you?
There are many days that it seems as though it’s not. We work too much, too hard and spend most of
our time away from the ones we love and the things we love to do, that part of
working is not fun, not enjoyable in the least.
If only we could just quit, go golfing, fishing or just lay out on a
sandy beach and surf when the waves were perfect, the sun shining, a cool
breeze and the water is just right…..there I go dreaming again, I did say it
was 5:00 am.
I guess the real question we are faced with is how do we
realize our dreams knowing that we have to work? Some call that retirement but retirement from
work or from the places we work for?
Work is important, being actively engaged is a good thing, it helps us
stay grounded and happy. The real
problem of not wanting to work is that it takes us away from the ideal of working
toward something and man needs something to work toward. Living to surf, living to fish or golf is not
what makes man exceptional it’s the service toward others…the idea that we are
a contributing factor in the family of man and integral part of the machinery
that allows us all to live together.
That machine breaks down often with individuals who want to control or
manipulate but it’s the everyday guy the mothers and daughters getting up
early, going to work with the hope in their hearts that always keeps the
machinery greased and running. It’s the dedication
to family, friends and neighbors that wrests control of those massive levers
from the despots of the world and brings us back again to the sanity that is
our lives.
We work to live, we work to thrive and we work because we
know, deep down inside it is the only way to retain our sanity, our goodness
and our humanity. Now I have to hurry or
ill be late for work…
