Why Are You Working?

Entrepreneurship, running your own business, is not working. Punching a time card for someone else is working.

If you don’t:

• have a family
• love your job
• have a definite goal you are working towards (i.e. retirement at 35)

Then why are you working?

I know why I used to work in soul-less jobs. I had rent to pay, I had a car loan to pay, I had student loans to pay – basically, I was stupid. If I had been smarter I would have avoided all them loans and debts and I would have immediately set out to make my fortune and have adventure. I would have traveled around the world from a young age. Well, it wasn’t too late for me and it isn’t too late for you.

Back to my question, if the answer is not above, why are you working?

Used to be young men would go to work because they had a family to support, they had a young wife and young kids. The game has changed, most young men are smart and aren’t getting married. The game is in favor of the women. If you, as a man, get divorced it’s over for you. Your money is going to her. Your kids are going with her. Now you will be forced to work just to pay her alimony and child support.

For you men without families what are you working for? Why are you toiling away when you don’t have to? You know you could work 6 months out of the year and travel 6 months out of the year. You could work a month here and a month there and have enough to live very well. You could make some money online and live off of that. You could have a part-time job and live just as well. You have infinite possibilities that don’t include sitting in a cubicle getting fat and having your soul erased.

I know that feeling of emptiness when Monday morning rolls around. I know what it’s like to hate going to some office to do some BS work to make someone smarter than me richer. I know what it’s like to be laid off. I know what it’s like to spend Mon-Fri with people who I wouldn’t spend a second with if I didn’t have to. Friends, I ain’t ever going back to that life. There’s no reason. I have never met a worker-bee that I envied. All the smart ones, all the Bold and Determined motherfuckers, aren’t punching a time clock for someone else. Them guys punching a time clock are playing by the rules for a game that was discontinued.

You can literally do anything you want and go anywhere you want. The choice is yours – you can make anything happen.

You want to be an actor in New York? You can make it happen.

You want to be a famous chef in France? You can make it happen.

You want to be a fitness model in Los Angeles? You can make it happen.

You want to be a travel bum and travel the world? You can make it happen.

You want to be a rich businessman in Hong Kong? You can make it happen.

You want to be a model photographer in Brazil? You can make it happen.

You want to be a rubber farmer in Cambodia? You can make it happen.

You want to be an outback tour guide in Australia? You can make it happen.

You want to be a surfer in Java? You can make it happen.

You want to be Joe Cool in Chicago? You can make it happen.

So what the heck are you waiting for?