Wednesday, January 11, 2012

I like to get to work, cos it's when I can earn money. And I get moody when I dun get to work. So my friend was telling me to get a job, so that I can get to work everyday. But the feeling is different. When u r working for a job, u get the same pay regardless of working for 9 hrs or 12 hrs, so laziness sets in. U can't control ur pay, u can't moonlight openly. And worst of all, u dread mondays...

Once u think ur job is "stable", u spend more. U lost control of ur spending. U spend without thinking, as u think that money will come in the next month. U have the fantasy that money will come into ur bank account for the rest of ur life. Even if u do not, u will not do anything.

U start to get busy. And busy becomes an excuse. Always busy with work. Too busy to read the news, too busy to upgrade urself, too busy to think for urself.

U get tired easily, mentally and physically. U start to complain. Complain about the world, about the people, about the company that feeds u, but never about urself. U start to find solace in the very people who thinks the same as u and reinforce each other. U think that it's normal. Negativity sets in. And in order to please urself, u spend more to reward urself. U go for tour despite being so busy that u have no time to read the news or even to think for urself. (Can u see the loop?)

As time goes by, u accept life as it is. u refuse to change. U refuse to upgrade. Ur life just stops there. U get to comfortable to change.

One day u got retrenched. U begin to think y have u worked so hard for the company and got this in the end. U have no money as u spend every cent u got, thinking that money will always come in at the month. U know nothing to about the economy to start a business as u r not in touch with the world. U're just the same as who u r when u just started work because u did not upgrade urself or change urself. U start to complain about how bad the company is. And u do nothing to change. (notice the loop again)

When u reach 62, u retire. U look at ur bank acct and found that there's no way u can retire with that amount of money. U have to continue working. U curse life for making u work at that age. Another loop....

On ur deathbed, u tell ur grandchildren, " All my life, I work for nothing"

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