Disclaimer: Post full of rants and I might use profanities. Parental discretion advised.
So I have been panning a trip to Mumbai for a while now. And for some reason or the other, the trips been getting delayed. Been more than two weeks now. And every-time at the last minute. This time, I had even packed my bags and called my driver to drop me to the airport.
It sucks to work for someone else. It sucks to be at the mercy of others and it sucks to let others take control of your life. If you cant plan simple things like travel to friend’s places, it couldn’t suck more. Of course you may argue that once you grow in life, you would have more time. I have one word answer to that. Balls. Ghanta (for the noes who appreciate Hindi).
So, Hugh, of the GapingVoid fame, says “Life is short and one day you’re no longer going to be here; that’s all the motivation you need”. And this is exactly why I hate to work for someone else. When I am 40, when I cant lift my limbs, I dont want to look back and regret about things that I could have done and I could have achieved. Like that carpe diem thingy, life for the damn minute. If you were to die today, after this minute, what would do in this minute? Work for someone else? Wait for a meeting to start? What for someone to rub his ego at your cost?
And yes, the kid in me wrote this post. Anyone got any problems with it?
Yes I have one problem with it. Specifically with this line: "When I am 40, when I cant lift my limbs". I'm sure you understand my objection 🙂