Private Life – Work Life separation and the ever increasing blurring of life. That is today’s ramble.
In many parts of the world, the way life works seems to have a distinct series of walls or barriers separating the thick social constructs or invisible barriers. You can go to a shop in Paris and see your neighbor for 10 years, yet, never exchange names. In Switzerland, the way business is done has a very large gap between home, private, and work life rules. It used to be this way inside the United States, I remember my dad having a 9-5-type existence of sorts.
Since 1994, I was allowed to literally go and pursue any idea. With it, I realized that whether I made money, or did not, I was happier as a human being. What I learned is how little one needs to actually be happy in a world that seems bent on collecting as many chits at the gaming table is possible.
As mentioned, if you are going to be good at something, you probably will live and breathe the process. If you are simply going to make a wage to get another part of your life enriched, you are a hireling and will work for the wage. Neither of these models will ever encompass the ideal of having it all.
This morning I got upset, as I feel like I am talking to my grandmother. I remember when I was in high school; I mentioned that I wanted to be a chemical engineer. She said, “The factory is hiring for jobs.”
That pretty much sums up the immigrant mentality for most. They had a family to feed and there was no luxury or choice about what work one wanted to do. You simply did it.
I got that part of my life over digging graves, slinging ice cream, working at a cement block factory, and being a maintenance drone. Then one day everyone laughed when I took a non-guaranteed job selling vacuum cleaners. Only my dad said, “I think this will be good for you, sales and marketing are important skills to learn.”
Three weeks later, I had made enough where I quit to dedicate the rest of my time to getting in shape for another season of college football. I took a maintenance job at a local country club for minimum wage because I could go to the gym and golf for free.
Today, I am working on stuff that is lonely. It doesn’t even pay to try to explain it to people anymore. The world that will be upon us in 20-30 years will either be amazing and remarkable, or a horrific prelude to Orwellian times. I don’t really know.
What I do know is that each morning I wake up, excited to get to that spot after I meditate and pray, to brainstorm. You never really know what is going to come out each day in that hour or two where you take your brain to the limit of what it is capable of.
Instead, the world wants you to conform to whatever it is the social norms are on that spot in the planet. Here in Swiss, you go do a task, where the entire team mentality is stressed, and people are truly very polite – yet, few really know each other.
In America, the model has fear driving the economics. Fear of loosing out; fear that another might win the prize of #1. For others, you have fear of loosing jobs and the way of life called the “American Dream.”
If you go into Asia, particularly china, you have a country coming up in the world, yet, I shake my head and wonder if they will not end up like the United States. While there is the thread of strong nationalism, I see great wealth fleeing the country that technically is a communist system. From my friends, they have seen the transition in 15 years from starting out, to a place where pride is getting out of synch with the traditional Chinese beliefs.
And yes, I can go to almost any country in the world and find a slum, homeless people, and places where people are drinking lousy water and are hungry.
That is what you get walking out on the planet and trying to go after your dreams. Some work out, some fail, yet, in each step of the way, you grow and learn.
I find much of the world is more interested in their “stuff” that they can look at and adorn their walls with.
I look back and remember when all of that was really important to me. I mean “stuff” is very nice. Having a lot of “stuff” gives you the sense of being important, if you have lots of “stuff” people like having you around so they can use you and be near the “stuff.”
All I actually care about is the “stuff” inside myself anymore. To get rid of it and grow so that perhaps one of these ideas might actually have the capability to do more than numb, entertain, or pacify people
To one day, allow them to see themselves, not be afraid of the bad, not be overly impressed with the good, and say, “wow, pretty amazing, just the way I am. But I want to try to get even better.”
That’s the thoughts this morning. Form a world that wants to have everything in boxes and nice neat lines. You can live your life this way. It is safe, secure, yet, I wonder if you really are alive?
Back to work I go with my non-paying job. Ideas only pay when they work. Until then, usually you are having too much fun with the myriad of challenges and problems to solve. When you do get paid, you are already 7 generations onward with new ideas to the same problem.
I guess this is why most people don’t try. There are no guarantees, it is a lot of work, the odds are highly stacked that you make plenty of mistakes, even fail.
One of the few guarantees’ we have in life is that we will all one-day die.
The world wonders why there is not more transparency today. Yet, most will live dying, not die living – usually inside a carefully constructed series of little boxes each of whose contents are never allowed to mix or come in contact with each other.
It appears none of us want anyone to realize we are all far from perfect?