Live Your Life
We wake to work, dress for the job, drive to the office, factory, educational institution, the fields, or perchance, a restaurant. Perhaps, we travel to the site, go underground, or seek scaffolding. Some soar above the clouds to complete their designated task, or is the word "required" a more accurate term for what we do daily.
We spend hours "slaving away" while at work. We then take a bus, a car, a taxi, a train, or a plane and return home. We eat quickly, do a few chores, and chatter with our loved ones, just for a bit. There is so little time for what we enjoy. We are exhausted! We climb into bed, knowing the cycle will begin again tomorrow.
Even the weekends bring no respite. We must run. There is so much to do; it cannot all be done while we are at work. There is little time for relaxation. While on vacation, there are distractions. Our heads are filled with fear of what we have not done for our employer, the company, our customers, clients, or patients. We make a call or two; just to be sure, all is well. Those still on the clock call us. We must stay connected to what counts. The cash we earn is crucial. Without it, how could we afford a holiday?
Even exercise is rote and regulated. How quickly can you jog the mile? Is your walk brisk enough to be beneficial? Swim, but watch your speed. We need a strategy for success.
I will pencil you in. My schedule is tight. Nevertheless, we will meet. We have our priorities. Family is first, then friends, our neighborhood; finally, financial obligations are attended to. Our lives are, as they say, in balance. We spend quality time with those we love. We make sure of this, for we know the quantity of time devoted to work will not decrease. We have our day-planners up-to date.
Excellence in every aspect of life is essential. Thus, we gather and glean. We calculate our every move.
Ultimately, we earn an abundance of wealth, or at least we hope to. We yearn to make enough money to survive. Sadly, and often, our funds may just barely meet our minimal needs. A budget, yes, we have that. Now, where is it? I had the accounting log right here. It must be somewhere in all this mess.
We buy this, then that. Our houses are full with so much stuff. We need to use the garage, basement, attic, crawl space, or a storage space to stock it all. For many, homes hold all they have. In these abodes, we haphazardly arrange what we no longer need, or what we purchased on a whim. Some of what we "possess" has not been seen by a living human soul for decades. The animals and insects may be enjoying our wares. Clutter consumes us as we consume it.
We clean house to settle our soul. Still, we do not feel fully serene. It must be money is on our mind. We do not earn enough, have enough, or handle what we have well. Thus, we work, and work, and work again.
Labor is love. We are providing for our families and taking good care of ourselves.
When legally, we have the right to retire, we do not have the means, or perchance we love our job. Possibly, we feel a fondness for our careers. We are less connected with our families. After all, we are more familiar with our work and co-workers than we are with our spouses, children, grandchildren, aunts, uncles, nephews, and community. We see and speak with the individuals that we toil with regularly. Colleagues know us well, perhaps, better than those that we "live" with. Eight hours here, more minutes there, it matters. It adds up. The sum may truly be greater than the parts. Quality can evolve when the quantity of time together is ample.
Sooner, more often than later, we do slow down. The pace is more than we can endure. Years of ignoring our health, and perhaps happiness, take a toll. We tire. We must rest. Perhaps in a box or in an urn, we will find peace. May you find in peace before it is too late to enjoy your life here on Earth!