Sometimes I have a lot of difficulty defining myself.
Am I just a corporate slave? Another drone in the white collar, paper pushing workforce?
Am I just another average 30 something year old dude with a wife, two kids and a few cars in the garage?
It seems like I’m not doing a lot of the things I like most. I’m not really doing the things I love, all that often anymore.
I’ve taken on way too many expenses. My wife and I have build a beautiful family, we have nice things and possessions, great careers and positive prospects to just keep on moving up but we have enslaved ourselves.
Then I step back and start to feel like I’m bellyaching. I feel like I’m a brat.
The more I move forward in life, the more I realize I don’t care for most the people I encounter.
Where is the love of music and art? Where is the desire to travel or experience other cultures? Where does the worship of retail, new cars and shiny trinkets end?
I feel like my life is turning into a poor imitation of a top 40 radio station. The same dozen songs playing over and over, the over enthusiastic DJ and the endless commercials urging me to buy something else I really don’t fucking need.
This is so mundane. Why do we do this to ourselves?
Because it is comfortable and easy.