More of What?

18 hours a day are no more enough

You wish you had twenty eight.

Two hands seem like a limitation.

 

For consecutive years of growth

And comfort beyond your 22 year old dreams

At 40 is a mere stepping stone 

To bigger things

 

More?

Of the same?

That could take care of 15 of you and never needs to?

 

Or of time?

And of sane lives and happy faces around you.

That you might have not caused, but did not disrupt either?

 

Of little important things

That make your live your debt to the future a little

Not just in preparation of securing it against unknown yet terrible fears?

 

Of unimportant meetings

Of unproductive investments into unfocused relationships with random people

That in the end count not because they work out for you

But because they happened.

 

Maybe you have a meaning, or a purpose

Maybe you don't

 

But just the chasing of 

The next adjective, noun that starts to own you and the meaning

Because it appreared on the horizon

And took complete control of you

 

Is that it?

Endgame

Each time your real estate yields more, or a technology investment helps cut costs, or you figure out an alternative source to source cheaper, remember its very often a win-lose game, and you're standing a little taller on someone's shoulders.

Keep in mind the reason the entire cycle of economy works (should work?) within the scope of society. Its aim was never to maximize a few variables for a few, but provide a good distribution across multiple variables for many.

The store next door shut because it couldn't afford the rentals anymore, not because it ran out of customers. Another store that had employed 7 earlier now makes do with 3, and worse service, again thanks to rentals. A whole set of professions suffers despite better education, skills, productivity, service levels, more demand because there's automation and laxer rules to keep profitability high for industry to maximize return on capital.

Some might say I'm turning socialist in thought, but its merely a reaction. And ironically, its happening as I get more into business.

Trust

I act differently

React too

Think, decide, explain.

Speak, perceive, analyze.

Eat, pray, work.

Chase, relax, succumb.

All differently.

From you.

Don't judge me for it.

Don't suspect.

Don't question intentions and motivations.

Trust, instead.

And speak with the faith in your voice. Freely.

That's the only way forward.

Developed

Poisoned air

Food

Rivers, lakes, wells

(Perhaps even dried)

Poisoned lives

And minds

Time traded in

And so smiles

Simplicity and faith

And connections

With all and things around

For a little money

The idea of safety and security

Within suspicious walls and fences

Which multiply fear

 

Behold

Progress, development and prosperity abound.

 

The inspiration for this one: Where do you draw the line?