I read a friend's post today on mediocrity. This acutally struck home for me, as I've been doing a lot of thinking lately on this subject. At what point is it that a person becomes disenchanted by the corporate world? I remember thinking I would be rich by the time I was 30 and running some company. Reality has set in now and I realize that I'm living in the rat race just like every other stupid worker in the U.S. who chases dreams of a new SUV and trips to Home Improvement every weekend.... And now I know that working really, really sucks. and is something that I don't want to do for my whole life.
Will I be happy 20 years from now if all I have to show for my life is a house, a car, and a plasma TV and I'm still working 40-60 hrs a week? I think the answer to that is no. It seems like life is something that should be filled with experiences and enjoyment, as opposed to filled with work hours in an office under flourescent lights. Is busting your butt at work just so you can get another couch from Dania worth it? At what point does the marginal utility of dollars earned for a day of work, stop exceeding the opportunity cost of throwing away a day of your life?
I have a friend who lives in Hawaii who moved there after college to just surf, hang out, and slang coffee beans for an unnamed company. I thought he was crazy at the time, but everyday, when I think about it, I think he was the one out of everybody who got it right....
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