Do you ever think about just how big the world is? The endless possibilities, wonder, risk; the beauty and terror of it all? We spend our entire lives preparing ourselves to enter adulthood; what kind of personality do we have, what interests do we possess? All of the pieces of the puzzle are slowly but surely collected so that we can be “successful”. So we can “be adults”. What is success, exactly? What determines when a person has become the epitome of what that they have been preparing for?
What is the purpose of this life? Do we really spend the majority of our lives worrying about what school we’re going to only to subsequently worry about what job we’re going to get? Then we move on to worrying about if we’re doing well at our job. If we’re going to get promoted. We compare fringe benefits with our friends and discuss whom received the better interest rate on their mortgage. We get burnt out. We count down the days until retirement.
Is this it? A string of responsibilities followed by more commitments, more stress, more man-made obligations?
What is the alternative? Money makes the world go ’round. Money affords us the pleasures that we enjoy in between the obligations. We are dependent upon it. To live. To let loose.
Work and responsibility equal self-worth. You work; good. You work more; better. You’re stressed? You’re busy? You don’t have time for the things you enjoy? Good. You’re doing something right. You’re motivated. You have work ethic.
Why are these things intertwined? Can one not be mature, responsible and driven without succumbing to the traditional American dream/lifestyle? Why can’t we be passionate, spontaneous, artistic, free-spirited? We can; after 5pm. After cooking dinner. After errands. After the laundry. After something.
We are the land of the free and the land of the confined in the same breathe. We are confined to these pre-determined paths that are neatly laid out for us before we can ever really choose for ourselves.
School. More school. Work. Work. Work.
We work 50-51 weeks a year with one week that we can enjoy (mostly) uninterrupted by obligation. We offer up 40+ hours a week of our lives to these obligations that forced themselves upon us only to have seven days to ourselves?
I call bullshit.
Ok well this is just getting pathetic. One week between posts? It’s amazing that people are still checking in on me.. but I do appreciate it. 🙂 It gives me some sort of incentive to keep writing- though for some reason lately I’m having a really hard time with it! It’s not as if I have any shortage of things that upset me- I read/watch the news every day- trust me, I have plenty to say. It’s also not as if there is nothing going on in my life.. if anything, there’s too much! Yet… no posts. (Not even on my fun craft blog!)
I think I’ve found the problem, though; I need a change of scenery! Day in and day out, I’m doing the same exact things. Sure, I’m busy- but I’m writing papers, reading for class (ok so I rarely actually do this, but still), studying (rare again), driving, working, loading/unloading the dishwasher, sweeping, dusting, laundry, shooing crazy geese away from my car (or running in terror, whatever)… etc, etc. they’re the same TERRIBLY BORING tasks EVERY SINGLE DAY! I honestly can’t take it anymore! The semester is almost over but then I’ll be working 5 days a week, and trying to find things to do to fill in all the empty space that was taken up by school! It’s a terrible cycle.
I’m going on vacation in a few months, so that’s something to look forward to- and trust me, I am- but what do I do until then? Day trips? Spontaneously quit my job? (HA HA..) Find a new hobby? Spend more time on the ones I already have?
It’s a strange thing to not be either unhappy or happy; instead simply going through the motions, not really noticing the day of the week or anything at all.
This is not okay with me. Therefore, I’m going to spend the summer writing about all the ways that I’m going to change things up. Life is far too short to be merely “content” and I refuse to settle. I don’t think I’m going to structure it or anything like I did with the Happiness Project- nope, I’m just going to be. It just sounds peaceful, doesn’t it?
I hope you’ll come along with me- it’s going to be a memorable summer!
Til next time-A