Life in the modern world

July 31, 2007

Been working like a dog these past few weeks … it seems like these deadlines would never end. Even in my sleep, I dream about the things I had to do the next day. Shit.

In times like these, you begin to question why you work damn hard. Then you remember the bills you have to pay; the things you want to buy; the places you intend to go to; and the plans that you have made. Then you realize you have been a fucking fool. You are now a slave to the lifestyle you have burrowed yourself into, and you are just paying the price for it.

And it drives a very hard price -- stress, pressure, and mental anguish.

These costs intensify as you move up your career path. First, because you need to prove that you deserve that position. Then you need to work harder to maintain where you are. And still, you work more because you want to go up in the ladder again. A never ending journey it seems.

Then, as you slave, you feel the urge to reward yourself. You shop in better quality stores; you dine in more expensive restaurants; you go on trips more frequently; you engage in new hobbies and activities; and you transfer into a more comfortable home. Still, sometimes, these are not enough. There seems to be a never ending list of wants.

And the cycle continues. You work to afford the lifestyle you are living, and you live in that style to compensate for working hard.

I’ve let myself fall in this trap. And my world has been spinning mad ever since.