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@jankyg777, simple, create money with something you enjoy doing. Like painting? Sell art. Like cars? Become an auto journalist. Like the game of money? Play the stock market. So many possibilities and different ways of making money its ridiculous. I enjoy investing and all of the prospects of it so I do that. I probably wouldn’t ever need a job if I invested hard core my whole life. Why waste away your life at a job you don’t enjoy doing? I refuse working a shitty job even in situations where I’m tight for money simply because I don’t want to reduce my life to doing something like that. You’ve got to ask yourself how much is money worth to you?
I know what you mean.
My advice is live off the land. You still have to work. Rather hard actually. You are literally working to survive.
Work in society. Really it is easier. Instead of working towards many things to survive, you are doing one specific job repeatedly and getting paid for it, in which you go buy food and other essentials.
Either option requires dedication. I think people who complain about jobs don’t consider how time consuming ‘roughin it’ is. I agree some jobs are terrible but that should be motivation to make an easier ‘rat race’ free live.
My goal is to work until I am able to live off the land comfortably and then quit that job
after I can turn some kind of profit, mainly for such luxuries as video games and internet etc….
@jankyg777, Also, you make it seem like you want to enjoy a hassle free life style, which is impossible, whether you’re off the grid or not.
Without industry the only things we’d have available for entertainment (which is what we want to do all day instead of work right? Entertain ourselves?) is……not much.
@jankyg777, work/jobs/employment/submission to a boss/whatever you want to call it….it sucks. It’s pissing away your one and only existence (until it’s proven that your consciousness goes on after death somehow) just to prove that you deserve what should be already yours by rights – the fact that you exist. I feel nothing but horrible whenever I go in to work, I know those hours will never come back, I know that I’d rather be almost anywhere else, and I WILL regret the time I spent there. The strongest curses in the world don’t even begin to describe how much disdain I have for being in the workforce. I’m in it right now while I go to school, at least once I have my skill perhaps I’ll be able to start formulating a plan on getting out of the rat race once and for all.
To accept being a worker is to accept captivity and to accept captivity is to accept your own death.
@jankyg777, Because they choose to? Not all work is miserable. If my “work” consists of writing books all day, I’d pretty damn fucking happy.
Money is as necessary as you make it to be. You want a lot of things? Go make money to get it. Oh, you don’t? Well, now you don’t really need money. A lot of people say “do what you love, and you’ll never work a day in your life”. This is also true. Not all work is work. It is how it is perceived from person to person, like all things. Now when you say work, I’m assuming you mean borderline slave labor. In that case yeah life will be pretty miserable. But as the person is not bound by some crazy law to that work, they can chose to leave and find work that appeases them.
Short answer, just find work that you enjoy.
@theskafish, Is the reality of the workforce really that tremendous on oneself. ? It kinda freaks me out to think I have to come to that realization. I just got a second job actually… and I’m finding that the time I want to give to my friends is being taken away. It makes me sad. But it kind of makes the time I do have for people more precious to me…
@cristinelizabeth, it freaks me out too, for much the same reason – the time i want to give to my family, friends, and my very self, is being taken away, for no higher reason than so i can live long enough to do it all again the next day – helping make someone else live like kings all the while. The reality of the workforce is that tremendous, to me. I honestly feel like it’s the bane of my existence.
It definitely is a scary thought, but I am thankful for the years I spent doing dreadful jobs with people I had nothing in common with. It means a lot to myself that I was clued in enough to realise that I would not be happy just going through the “routine” life. I had a really shitty, decent paying job in the suburb I still live in, and 2.5 years on I still bump into people doing exactly the same thing. What do they have to show for it? A slight pay increase. Deluded.
I don’t care about work anymore. It’s just work. That may sound naive, but since starting graphic design studies and being immersed in art (on top of the reading and interest I have taken in websites such as this), I’ve come to terms with the fact of who I am and that I don’t really need a lot of money. If I have enough to live comfortably (i.e roof over my head, afford art supplies, food) and be able to save for traveling the world, that will be good enough for me.
I forced myself to not be scared about my future by coming to terms with the fact that the idiots I worked with never lived in the moment (bar a few, who have gone on to do some great things).
People seem to think if they go from a certain standard to something less that they will not survive. I am the same with my credit card. I rarely use it these days but I have this ridiculous attachment to it that tells me that the day I snap it in half is the day I will really need it. Or the person who gets a drivers license and becomes too lazy to go anywhere if it involves public transport.
Ok, I’ve gone off topic enough now haha. Point is, allow yourself to be broke if it means finding a way to make the necessary changes to your life.