Thirty hours and far too many for my appetite.
If I could climb off that hamster wheel right now then I would.
The old adage of work to live don't live to work comes to mind.
I am now a rampant part time "weekend socialist" seeking enlightenment and release from the shackles of modern day oppression.
Here is a quick tale comrades concerning perspective.
A businessman was standing at the pier of a small coastal Mexican village when a small boat with just one fisherman docked.
Inside the small boat were several large yellowfin tuna. The businessman complimented the fisherman on the quality of his fish.
“How long did it take you to catch them?” The businessman asked.
“Only a little while.” The fisherman replied.
“Why don’t you stay out longer and catch more fish?” The businessman then asked.
“I have enough to support my family’s immediate needs.” The fisherman said.
“But,” the businessman then asked, “What do you do with the rest of your time?”
The fisherman said, “I sleep late, fish a little, play with my children, take a siesta with my wife, stroll into the village each evening where I sip wine and play guitar with my amigos, I have a full and busy life, señor.”
The businessman scoffed, “I am a Harvard MBA and could help you. You should spend more time fishing and with the proceeds you buy a bigger boat, and with the proceeds from the bigger boat you could buy several boats, eventually you would have a fleet of fishing boats.”
“Instead of selling your catch to a middleman you would sell directly to consumers, eventually opening your own can factory. You would control the product, processing and distribution. You would need to leave this small coastal fishing village and move to Mexico City, then eventually NYC where you will run your expanding enterprise.”
The fisherman asked, “But señor, how long will this all take?”
To which the businessman replied, “15 to 20 years.”
“But what then, señor?”
The businessman laughed and said, “That’s the best part. When the time is right you would announce an IPO and sell your company stock to the public and become very rich, you would make millions.”
“Millions, señor? Then what?”
The businessman said slowly, “Then you would retire. Move to a small coastal fishing village where you would sleep late, fish a little, play with your kids, take a siesta with your wife, stroll to the village in the evenings where you could sip wine and play your guitar with your amigos…”
