If you knew that anything was possible… money was no object and you couldn’t fail… what would you do with your life?
I was sick and tired of being sick and tired, but still I didn’t leave because we are hard-wired. Hard-wired to believe 9 to 5 is the only way… that life requires you to sacrifice your day to the man, who sees you as less than a number because a number still has value, you, on the other hand, are just replaceable. Incapable of being special. This lack of meaning killed my drive. I started working just enough not to get fired, and they paid me just enough so that I wouldn’t leave. Because in the end, all they care about is the financials, not anything substantial.
Leaders of the corporate day, have lost their way. Remember the era of The King, Martin Luther, who preached, I have a dream. Where the leaders of today would rather say, I have an organizational organogram with clearly defined internal processes and a financial strategy to keep our stakeholders happy. Where’s the meaning in that? Sure it’s pays the bills, but is that really your calling in life… to scrap by? To run out of month at the end of your money… every month.
I’m not saying a job is bad. I’m saying sacrificing your calling for it is! Keep your job and sustain your life, but in your spare time create a life you don’t need a vacation from. Whatever you are interested in (poetry, poetry, music or dance), you will find others that are also interested in that. You will be able to make money from it and not just money, but make meaning from it as well. I am proof that following your calling works. I speak and write and every day I rich with meaning and I pay the bills. On time, mostly.
The Dalai Lama once said that people confuse him most of all, because they sacrifice their health in order to make money. Then sacrifice money to recuperate their health. Anxious about the future that they do not enjoy the present, the result being that they do not live in the present or in the future.
And when the haunting hand of death comes knocking to a life short-lived
The money enslaved number realizes that he lived like he is never going to die and is going to die having never truly lived.
My question is simple, when you reach the end of your life what do you want to be remembered for? When you know that, everything else becomes secondary, chase your dream, live your purpose.
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