|A Slave to Life
must not be the only one who feels as though my days consist of things
I have to do, and not things I want to do. Most days I feel like a complete
robot, or a slave to my life.
We are born on this earth, and required
to pay to live on it and of course to survive. Where is the line between
doing what must be done, and self-satisfaction? Why are we giving up ourselves,
our time and who we are because we are scared that we may fail? We stick
to what we know and what is guaranteed, the regular nine to five.
worst is the guilt, that we never do enough, that we do is never appreciated
and that we are simply a number, waiting to be replaced by the upcoming
candidate. I look around sometimes and I think, "What am I doing here?"
and the voice inside my head says "Working to live! What do you mean! Duh!".
What does it mean to live, to work to pay bills and to work again? The
reality is we all wish we could drop everything, resign and follow our
dreams. But as probably every grandmother has ever said, "dreams do not
pay the bills!". Ideally, we would all like to be paid to do what we love,
but what if that's not possible for the lifestyle we want to live?
what do we do?
must realize the reality of the world we live in and find our way to satisfy
ourselves within it. It's hard because I get trapped in this cycle of misery
when I realize I waste most of my time at work, and I end up being less
productive because I sit around feeling sorry for myself.
else feel like that?
It can feel
like a second full time job, always trying to Ť live ť outside
of your job. Even school can have the same effect. Most people aren't meant
for school or forced by their parents and they feel no satisfaction even
after receiving their diploma. Why is school such a measure of success?
Seems like just another trap to control us and keep us all in the system,
because it limits us and classifies us. We are more than doctors, lawyers,
psychologists, or engineers. We are more than our careers.
school and work, I feel as if I am forcing myself to live out experience
that will give me satisfaction which loses its value and its magic. I start
to feel like a slave again. << Come on do this or that, you have
to live a little! >>
So where is that happy place?
I left for
two months alone to Europe for an internship, exactly for that reason,
because I felt I was wasting my life. That experience was completely life
changing. I had never been so happy in my life especially on my own. Happiness
is in growth, discovery, changes, overcoming fears, healing your broken
parts, dancing, finding love, making friends, accomplishments and the feeling
of the wind on your face.
happens while you are busy trying to figure everything out. It lies in
anything that allows us to evolve, but how do we do that in a constant
routine? Wake up, eat, shower, work and repeat. We put so much pressure
on our days off as if that is where our lives actually exist. The idea
that we work and then we die' is depressing and counterproductive. Our
days off end up being full of all the other things we have to do like groceries,
getting gas, doctors' appointment, going to the bank etc. and then back
to square one.
say that maybe, working for a while saving than taking a break from it
all and then going back when you run out of money. That seems doable but
unrealistic for most people.
So, I ask again, what do we do?
They say you must
be content with yourself no matter what you do or where you are or who
you're with, but that's unrealistic as well. What is life if not the things
Who we are is especially in the
way we think and what we do with our perception of it all.
The most important
concept to remember is that everything is temporary. We will not stay at
the same job for the rest of our lives, or live in the same house, have
the same car, be the same weight, have the same hair colour, or have the
same style or even taste in music. Not that these things truly matter,
but that life moves forward whether you like it or not. Nothing is permanent.
What gets me through my days of doubt, on my way to work and in horrible
Montreal traffic, and wishing I was on the beach, I tell myself Ť I
am only a slave if I let myself be one, which, I won't, because this
is only temporary Ť
Gabrielle Suryn - niestrudzona
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i dążenie do poprawy to motto Gabrielle na całe życie.(Montreal)