Time is an odd thing. Many people think they can reclaim it later on, or “make up for it,” at a certain point. They pretend as if it’s a renewable resource, or money, where it can be saved or more of it can be made. As far as I’ve experienced it can’t. Yesterday I was 33 years and 180 day (approx.) old, and will never be that age again.
However, there’s people out there who believe it makes sense to trade time in your 20s and 30s for time in your 60s and 70s. They buy what’s being sold to them by people who have no concern over their well-being. These “advisers” are looking to extract time, ideas, health, and prime years for their own gain. They don’t care about your future, just your present, and what part of it benefits them.
One of the more disturbing things about this issue is it’s done with the victim’s consent. Whether tacitly or openly acknowledging it, many have agreed to sacrifice their best years for the benefit of others. This is all hidden under the guise of “You need money for retirement, right?” Again, trading prime years for less than face value. Although, something a bit more disturbing is how many people have been conditioned to wholly reject when some choose to ignore this path.
If I quit my job tomorrow, bought a camper van, and traveled North America working part-time jobs and spending a majority of my time hiking, fishing, and enjoying myself my family would think I was nuts. Their friends would call them “I just heard about Marshall, is he ok?!” as if I’d come down with some terrible disease.
I can’t leave the world that’s been put in place for us. What would happen if I stopped being a commodity for a larger entity that didn’t care for my name, health, legacy and future? If you think you’re not a commodity, consider this: you’ve been given a classification (industry & title), attributed a value (pay), and put on a path to extract the most out of you (goals & objectives).
But hey, I have access to a ping-pong table, so that’s cool, right?