Working hard is its own reward and other bullshit that leaves a horrid taste in my mouth

I’m not sure how old I was when the reality of sharing became a delusion shared by other people that I could read about or watch on the tube. Maye it was a day I was cold because I forgot my coat or forgetting something one of  the adults told me to bring to the prison they called school.

As time stripped me of my days and the skin and hair wrinkled and changed color I was very aware life out side of my own mind was very disturbing, there was a cold, mean old world waiting out there to show me that sharing was a really dumb idea.  All the people I had ever met were obsessed with survival, racing here, dead lining there and such. It took me about 25 years to find people that had different ideas than the shit the system had promised me if I sacrificed and worked hard to deserve the things I thought belonged to me.

After 50 years  I finally met somebody that understands what sharing is, when I was narrow minded and counted everything I could acquire, sharing was definitely a bad idea. The only possession I have left is time, nothing else has any value. I live my illusion and read about how the world sucks on a magic box remembering when I felt trapped by a society that was so unwilling to share.

Updated: April 30, 2016 — 10:04 am

4 Comments

  1. If you’re doing something you Enjoy…. and yet you Still Break a Sweat & Feel Muscle Aches in places you didn’t know you Had Muscles…. is it Still Working Hard?

    AND…. when you’re done with whatever you’re doing….. and it turned out Better than you had Planned…. is that a Reward or a Happy Result? 😀

  2. thank you for sharing your life with me <3

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