The rat race seems to be even worse than ever before.
I mean…you get up, you work, you don’t go anywhere and your direct debits leave you dry every month.
For what?
The desire to own a Mercedes and live in a toy-town house drives people more than anything…why are humans so obsessed with material possessions anyway?
If we all went and lived in tents, signed on the brew, the country would collapse.
So why don’t we? Is the pointed star on the front of our car so important?
Or maybe it’s deeper than that….
The populace is so sad, that they NEED to work to retain sanity. They NEED their job to re-assure status and a sense of ‘achievement’.
Me, I work to make money. It’s as simple as that – work is a process to make money. Anyone who thinks different should do voluntary work all day.
I conclude – work to make money. Not work to live. Or live to work.
If there was no money we’d be farming the fields and making our own shoes. Just think about that concept for a second.
