No time for life
November 10, 2018 § 15 Comments
I went for a ride today, my first pedal in 30 days. It was tiring but it felt great. I needed a break, and a break I got. While riding, a friend was telling me about a guy we knew who used to ride bicycles. “Yeah, Ol’ Joe doesn’t ride anymore.”
“He got busy with work.”
“Does he still like riding?”
“He’s crazy for it.”
“So how come he doesn’t ride?”
“Like I said, he got busy with work.”
“Does he need the extra money?”
“Nah. But you know. Business is busy.”
Cart before the horse
I thought the whole point behind working was to make money that you can use to help lead a quality life. Unless it’s out of necessity, if you are working so much that you can’t do the things you love, what is the point of working?
I see it everywhere here in the South Bay. People have nice homes, nice cars, nice clothes, nice vacations, all the trappings of a “good life.” But most of them are still gutting out a day job that they don’t really like. The saddest ones are the (mostly) guys who are retirement age but keep plugging away simply to keep the paycheck coming, the paycheck they don’t even need.
What is wrong with people? Don’t they know that virtually everyone who was alive in 1918 is dead?