work. why does work exist? a third of one's life spent as dictated by the clock, to get money, and money spent to live. money dictates life, it seems. ideally, i'd like to work just whenever. i pick up and put down work whenever i want. i can take a week off if i wanted to, then the next week work 60 hours. i don't get to choose when to work. i technically do, but that puts so many things at risk, neither do i want to degrade my reliability at work. i don't think i can just take time off whenever i want either. ancestral life seems so much better and happier with what work is. the clock didn't control everything, neither did money.
i'm going to take two hours off today and add 2 in the middle of the week. i'll take those two hours off to go somewhere far away and quiet and secluded. but how much longer will this go on? that extra time today is just a bandage on an otherwise horrible wound. i'll end up going to work tomorrow, and the day after, and the day after that, for years and years. i want to quit, but cannot, because it is too late and i don't have the money to just take a trip wherever i want for a long period of time. everything depends on me. will i even feel human after all of this?
