The story that changed my life...
That kept me up at night.
That was worse than any nightmare.
That kept me up at night.
That was worse than any nightmare.
- a suburban man, who gets up at the same hour every weekday morning,
- takes the same train to work in the city,
- performs the same task in the office,
- lunches at the same place,
- leaves the same tip for the waitress each day
- takes the same train to work in the city,
- performs the same task in the office,
- lunches at the same place,
- leaves the same tip for the waitress each day
Comes home on the same train each night
- Has 2.3 children
- Cultivates a little garden
- Spends a 2-week vacation every summer which he does not enjoy
- Goes to church every Christmas and Easter
- Has 2.3 children
- Cultivates a little garden
- Spends a 2-week vacation every summer which he does not enjoy
- Goes to church every Christmas and Easter
... and moves through a routine,
mechanical existence
year after year
until he finally retires at sixty-five
and very soon thereafter dies of heart failure.
mechanical existence
year after year
until he finally retires at sixty-five
and very soon thereafter dies of heart failure.
I have always had the secret suspicion, however, that he dies of boredom.
TLDR:
When people say work doesn't matter. Show them this.
When people say work doesn't matter. Show them this.
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