When I was in the bus this morning with the other zombies I read the last post published on www.donebyforty.com. It was a candid post about what he would do when he will eventually retire.
It’s funny because I could have written almost the same exact post. So, I decided I should!
After all, we’re invaded by zombies. Look around you. They are everywhere. The clerk at the pharmacy, the schoolgirl at your bus stop, colleagues at your job… All zombies. They walk, they talk, but they don’t take the time to realize that they could wake up and do something else with their life.
I want to retire early. I’m going to do all it takes to reach my goal. I don’t want to stay a zombie forever…
I wanna quit the rat race now!
Actually, if I could be financially independent right away, I would leave my job tomorrow and enjoy life. I think that working destroys my brain cells. Seriously! The more I work, the more I feel I’m losing some parts of myself… I’m becoming institutionalized. So much that during the week-ends, I sometimes start to miss work, I look at the clock to see when the day is going to be over… And when I’m at work, I miss week-ends and stare at the clock for the same reason…
Trust me, work, as we know and experiment it in our society destroys brain cells!
I’m sure there will be a study made by a great Nobel prize one day demonstrating that work kills creativity, that work kills what made us evolve and be different from the other animals on the planet. Corporations, schools, governments, they all want us to be the same, standardized. But, what they don’t understand is that for humanity to evolve and survive, we should all be different. We should welcome difference and cultivate it. One of us will find a great idea one day to help us find a way to reach and colonize another planet. One of us will find a cure to cancer. That’s how evolution works. Let us be ourselves and accomplish our full potential. It’s not by doing the same thing day after day like everybody else that we will survive as a specie.
Okay, enough philosophy!
Don’t you sometimes feel like a bird in a cage or like a lion in a zoo? Or is it just me?
They say that hell is in repetition… My job is kind of repetitive even though I’m a manager. You’re going to tell me “Well, change job and stop complaining!” Well I’ll tell you that it’s my post and it’s my complaint, so let me be!
Okay, I’m not that stupid… Over the last 10 years I worked in 8 different companies in more than 12 different fields ranging from engineering technician, analyst, salesman, call center representative, broker, clerk, postman, insurance analyst, manager, project manager, teacher, crime prevention officer etc…
I have a university degree and a college degree, plus two unfinished degrees in other fields because I wanted to experiment something else. Plus, I’ve read so many books about so many subjects that my librarian knows my name by heart and the name of my cat. I know how to knit (yeah I know it’s usually girl stuff but…long story), I know how to repair a car, program a new software, cook asian food and even make my own beer and wine…
Work is boring
I always get bored… I can’t help it. After 3 months in a job I’m bored. Sometimes it’s after three weeks or even three days and I’ve also seen myself being bored after three hours or even three minutes. I’m not made to be a worker.
You’ll tell me “Then why don’t you start a business? It will keep you motivated and busy!!!”
Well… No… I had two businesses… I got bored… I hate repetition! Been there done that… What’s next?
I’m a consumer, a by-product of society. But I don’t consume normal products. I’m just interested in consuming information. I NEED to learn new things all the time. I need to do something new every now and then. I need to see new places. If I don’t then I feel frustrated.
And while I need all of this frequent change, I live in the same city since I’m born and I love it that way, I have the same friends I had fifteen years ago, and even though I have had a couple of different girlfriends over the last fifteen years, I’m pretty conservative in that field too.
Don’t look at me like if I were an idiot!
When I tell people that I’m so anxious to finally be fully retired they look at me with round eyes. Retired so young? What are you gonna do with your life? Most of them are even telling me that they wouldn’t be able to stop working and that they are even planning to retire as late as possible… Now it’s my turn to look at them with big eyes!!!
Why in hell would you want to work until you die? What makes this job so special that you don’t think you could find something better to do with your finite life… I believe we only live once!
What would I do with my life? I would enjoy it! I like to do so many things. I want to see so many places. I want to learn about so many subjects that I would need to be immortal! What would I do with my life? I’d do whatever I want whenever I want!
I’d first start with buying one of those old Volkswagen camper van and hit the road for a while. I want to see the country I live in. And, I want to go see Yosemite park, California, South Carolina and I want to see Vegas and Seattle! I want to see Cap Canaveral and Walt Disney World!!!
But I can’t… I work… All the time… I’m just working, days after days… And when I finally can take a couple of days of vacation, I’m so tired that the only thing I do is the bacon on a beach with a drink.
I’m not a job!
Many people defines themselves by their job. They would feel useless if they wouldn’t have it. For me, a job is an obligation (for now). I can’t define myself by a job. A job is what I do to put bread and butter on my table (and pay my mortgage, gas and credit card). It’s not me! I’m not only “A MANAGER”!
When people ask me what I do in life, I tell them that I like cooking, that I like investing my money, writing, reading, that I like to make furniture or that I like hiking and so on… And then they always look at me and they say “Ah okay, but I mean, what are you? A lawyer? An electrician? A manager?”
I’m a human! I work because I’ve been too stupid (until recently) to finally understand how to become financially independent! Am I the only one thinking that there is much more to do on Earth than just being a salaried worker?
When I’m stuck in traffic I sometimes feel like a cow going to the butchery. I know what I’m going to find down the road at the end of the highway. But, like the rest of the crowd I simply drink my first morning coffee until I get there…
And we say that we are more intelligent than animals?
Maybe if I would have been working as a researcher seeking for a remedy to cancer, then I would have been so passionate about it that I wouldn’t consider it as a job. It would be a mission!
But, I work in a 9@5 office downtown… I do a lot of… I guess we could call it “Office work”… Can you really say that you are truly realizing yourself by sending emails, pushing a pencil, attending meetings always about the same five subjects (and no one seems to realize it) and drinking your second coffee with your fellow co-workers?
Seriously? What’s so amazing about printing stuff, preparing power-points, answering the phone…
Many people I have met at my current job and previous jobs don’t even take their vacations because they would have too much work to do when they return… Wow! So what? You’ll do it eventually… Or better, someone will do it for you…
These people are not paid on productivity, they are paid by the hour… Many of them were even staying late every night to reduce the amount of work to do for the next day (they were not paid for the extra hours). And, you know what happened? One day the high managers in one of my previous job had decided that we wouldn’t need all the staff anymore because there was not enough stuff to do for everybody. Do you know who was fired? These people were fired… I know, life’s unfair!
Some of these zombie workers even told me that they don’t know what to do when they are on vacation or even during week-ends. They have no clue on how to occupy their time so they prefer coming in and work as usual. And do you know what’s wrong? I can see that I’m slowly becoming one of them…
I guess I’m the abnormal guy in the crowd. At least, after reading this post on donebyforty.com, I realized that I was not alone.
I can’t become a zombie! It’s my duty to deliver myself from the rat race. I have to succeed. I want to be taken out of the Matrix!
I like to imagine my life ten years from now. Maybe it’s going to take a little more than that. In my dreams I have a one acre farm with my wife and two kids. It’s mortgage free. I have dividend income to cover my expenses and I have all the time in the world to let my creativity flow! I’m going to have a nice garden. I might also have hens and a cow to feed my family with healthy natural food.
I’ll sleep if I need to. I’ll nap if I want to. I’ll read, write, build, repair and help others. I might even become a consultant or a part-time teacher! Who knows?
When you have all the time in the world what you can do is almost limitless!
My plan is to invest in great companies paying growing dividends over time. I want to retire in less than 15 years from now with no debts, no mortgage and at least with a 1500-2000$ income per month.
And you? Will you let yourself become zombie too?
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