While I'm sitting here at my job right now, I just witnessed a convo between two colleagues.
Both are women, one maybe 35 years old, while the other probably around 45.
I had to pull out my headphones, to listen to their convo because it's a great example of what I DON'T WANT my life to look like in 10 and in 20 years (yes I'm listening to music at the job, to avoid all those discussions about the latest bachelor episode or about this and that job stuff.)
Since I had my headphones on at first, I don't know how the convo started but it went something like this:
35yo "... That *insert a stupid job thing* was crazy yesterday."
45yo "yes I had planned to do some sport yesterday and also meet with a friend afterwards.. I canceled both because I was so exhausted.."
35yo "ha, at least you have something like going to the gym or meeting with a friend.."
45yo "I just need to do something after work, otherwise my whole life would feel like it's only the job.. I thought you take piano lessons?"
35yo "yeah once every 2 weeks.."
45yo "you have your music, and I just need to get out sometimes, to get our thougths to other topics besides the job.."
Think about it. 10 years from now.
If you're in your 20s like me, do you want your only escape from the job to be an hour of piano course 2 days a month?
If you're 35, do you want your job to control every other area of your life? Isn't that a great thought? Something you don't like being the centre of your life? Excuse me while I puke..
If you're 45, do you want to live another 20 years like the last 20?
Ask yourself where you want to be in 10 years.
Sitting in that sandwich store in your 30mins break, eating a sandwich that costs more than you earned the last 2 hours?
Or standing at your colleague's desk, talking about how your whole life revolves around a job? Without realizing it, talking about how this job squeezes out every little bit of energy you got left in you.
I know how easy it is to waste 5 years of my life. How quickly they pass.
Since you're living from weekend to weekend you're not really counting in 365s but rather in 52s. Remember how long a year seemed back in school? With most hours of the day free to use for you? Hanging out with friends, going to the lake/beach, playing some type of sport game with your friends.
That was back then when your calender still had 365 days instead of only 52 weeks.
I started working at my job in 2009.
Those 7 years passed by so F*cking fast, they seem so short. They seem so short because the only moments worth remembering are the 52 weekends plus the 3-4 weeks of vacation-time.
While those years had their moments, most of them were wasted.
I wasted 5 years working jobs, while living on the weekends.
Thinking back how fast those 5 years went by, it seems so scary how fast those 5 would add up to 10, 15, 20.
Just another 52 weekends and you will sit there at your job on a friday. The same date, just another year. Looking forward to create memories the upcoming weekend.
One of the few great memories to remember when you sit at that desk the upcoming monday morning.
Adding up to even fewer great memories of your adult life.
This sad amount of great memories could be viewed as a stone.
A stone laying next to a mountain.
A mountain that resembles the rest of your lifetime so far.
We all have that stone and that mountain in our lifes.
It's just that some chose to turn this around.
For them the stone resembles the suffering.
While the mountain resembles the great memories.
Memories that fill a life worth remembering on the deathbed.
And one thing is sure.
They didn't count their years in 52 weeks.
They lived every one of the 365 days of it.
Plus an extra day every 4 years
Both are women, one maybe 35 years old, while the other probably around 45.
I had to pull out my headphones, to listen to their convo because it's a great example of what I DON'T WANT my life to look like in 10 and in 20 years (yes I'm listening to music at the job, to avoid all those discussions about the latest bachelor episode or about this and that job stuff.)
Since I had my headphones on at first, I don't know how the convo started but it went something like this:
35yo "... That *insert a stupid job thing* was crazy yesterday."
45yo "yes I had planned to do some sport yesterday and also meet with a friend afterwards.. I canceled both because I was so exhausted.."
35yo "ha, at least you have something like going to the gym or meeting with a friend.."
45yo "I just need to do something after work, otherwise my whole life would feel like it's only the job.. I thought you take piano lessons?"
35yo "yeah once every 2 weeks.."
45yo "you have your music, and I just need to get out sometimes, to get our thougths to other topics besides the job.."
Think about it. 10 years from now.
If you're in your 20s like me, do you want your only escape from the job to be an hour of piano course 2 days a month?
If you're 35, do you want your job to control every other area of your life? Isn't that a great thought? Something you don't like being the centre of your life? Excuse me while I puke..
If you're 45, do you want to live another 20 years like the last 20?
Ask yourself where you want to be in 10 years.
Sitting in that sandwich store in your 30mins break, eating a sandwich that costs more than you earned the last 2 hours?
Or standing at your colleague's desk, talking about how your whole life revolves around a job? Without realizing it, talking about how this job squeezes out every little bit of energy you got left in you.
I know how easy it is to waste 5 years of my life. How quickly they pass.
Since you're living from weekend to weekend you're not really counting in 365s but rather in 52s. Remember how long a year seemed back in school? With most hours of the day free to use for you? Hanging out with friends, going to the lake/beach, playing some type of sport game with your friends.
That was back then when your calender still had 365 days instead of only 52 weeks.
I started working at my job in 2009.
Those 7 years passed by so F*cking fast, they seem so short. They seem so short because the only moments worth remembering are the 52 weekends plus the 3-4 weeks of vacation-time.
While those years had their moments, most of them were wasted.
I wasted 5 years working jobs, while living on the weekends.
Thinking back how fast those 5 years went by, it seems so scary how fast those 5 would add up to 10, 15, 20.
Just another 52 weekends and you will sit there at your job on a friday. The same date, just another year. Looking forward to create memories the upcoming weekend.
One of the few great memories to remember when you sit at that desk the upcoming monday morning.
Adding up to even fewer great memories of your adult life.
This sad amount of great memories could be viewed as a stone.
A stone laying next to a mountain.
A mountain that resembles the rest of your lifetime so far.
We all have that stone and that mountain in our lifes.
It's just that some chose to turn this around.
For them the stone resembles the suffering.
While the mountain resembles the great memories.
Memories that fill a life worth remembering on the deathbed.
And one thing is sure.
They didn't count their years in 52 weeks.
They lived every one of the 365 days of it.
Plus an extra day every 4 years

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