For the past couple of years, whenever I’ve discussed life and what I expect an ideal scenario in my life to be, I’ve usually stuck to being able to lead a convenient life. A life where I have everything I need in terms of material things but with the pretext that I don’t need much in general. While that may be true about me personally, there are so many more layers to it.
Is it really an ideal scenario or the minimum requirement I’m limiting myself to? What about the people that come into or are in my life? Do I hold any responsibility for their life or should I continue to pretend that things will work out on their own? And are my actions consistent with this ideology?
I used to think that if I’m able to earn my living by working a certain number of hours, rather than working more I’d prefer spending the rest of the time doing the things I like, and without having the pressure to make more money out of it. The process might be enjoyable for sure but to what extent? The more I think about it it seems like such a mediocre way of living.
Money, as besmirched as its reputation is, allows one to do so much more. And I genuinely don’t care about buying more “things” per se, while that part of its existence does suffice for some. The idea of expediting your learning, or getting exposure to things you wouldn’t normally have exposure to and how it could change you is what excites me even more. A life like this is only possible if you don’t have to worry about your savings every time you decide to do something just for the sake of it. For every one good habit I’ve inculcated in my life, I’ve had to try it at least 5-10 times, in different ways, in different places, and or at my own leisurely pace. Just barely having enough to try things once isn’t going to be enough by any means, let alone last a lifetime of curiosity.
Which leads me to the next question. What do my actions indicate? The simplest example would be the content that excites me and in turn, the people that I’ve come to admire through it. Subconsciously, I do admire their ability to bring forth change, to the extent of one’s capacity. If I were that rich and talented and had the ability to create an impact on society, would I still prefer an easy-going life and be happy with it? If not, then all I say is a lie and is just another excuse to run away from the required hard work.
Maybe I will prefer solitude and a low-key life. But the only way that choice is justified is if it actually were to be a choice. If I could become so much more, but decide not to, only then.
Hating Time 
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