I heard someone say once, when speaking about impoverished neighborhoods, that kids cannot learn if they have to constantly worry about the clothes on their back, school supplies, will there be dinner on the table, etc.
I feel the same can be said about adults. When we’re too busy focusing on our 9-5s, paying the bills, making sure the lights are on, etc…, we have no time to grow. Our spirit becomes stagnant. Our consciousness is muted. After all, when survival is your number one priority, there’s no room for anything else.
I used to say I was lazy. I still say it every once in a while. I guess I say it to downplay how hard I actually do work. I work fucking hard. In actuality, I say I’m lazy because I know deep down I never want to work again. I used to tell people I wanted to retire at 25. Not because I’m lazy. Because I wanted to dedicate my free time to myself.
I want to grow. I want to evolve. I want to become better. But the bills have to get paid.
We’re a society of workaholics, blindsided by the first of the month, while our conscience waves to us from the other side of the void.