On doing what we love - Incomplete thoughts written in six rapid minutes in a rainy car
There has always been a small percent of people that are much better off than the rest of the population. I’m pretty sure this is unequivocally one of if not the most prosperous times in human history for that small percentage. The amount of people in that percentage has grown and the quality of life for that small percentage is extremely high. If you took any one person in that percentage and took them back even just two hundred years we would be living like or better than Kings. Running water, flushing toilets, cars, electricity. If you took the people’s quality of life at a perfect ratio, the true King’s would be the people making or worth like 400 million a year or 1 billion dollars.
I feel like we’re being sold an illusion, to chase our dreams and do what we love. Is there a difference between doing what we love and loving what we do?
What do we even love to do? What does that even mean? I feel like for the most part we love the simple things, from rich to poor, just walking in the grass with the sun in your shoulders, most important is the peace of mind. I think we all just want some peace of mind with what we’re doing with our lives. With life in general. What life does to us.
For the generation that I’m in going to university, I feel like promises are being made that are rarely upheld. The exceptional few are held up as examples of what the majority will ultimately fail to be.
How should one spend their time? I think they get us to spend it chasing our dreams because so many of us would rather have chased and failed than to have never tried at all.
But you can get money back. You can never get your time back.