The longer I avoid employment, the more absurd the notion seems. I’m not talking about embracing indolence, but rejecting working for others. If time is a gift, and in increasing short supply, why would I want to want to squander even a second of it for the illusion of security? Surely there are a myriad of opportunities for self-employment that could fill any legitimate economic need I might have.
Retirement is not always easy on some folks. Forty or fifty years off showing up for school or work conditions a body for that sort of thing, and without it many find themselves lost. How many movies can you watch a day?
When discipline finally comes from within, you learn the real meaning of freedom. When it doesn’t, you learn the true depths of bondage. Too much free time can kill you, or at least humiliate you while you go about dying from causes you can’t control.
Here’s an audio version of this little essay