A friend of mine asked me what I was doing this weekend. Working, I replied.
I am always working. Not in the traditional sense, where I am punching a timeclock. But I am always working on something, be it myself, or a business idea. Always. I like to know the absolute truth and see the world for what it is instead of what I was told.
I’ve been full of energy these past few weeks – but I will admit that I am tired.
Tired or barely getting by.
Tired of not having enough money.
Tired of sighing every time I see a Lamborghini or Ferrari.
It’s Friday, but so what? That’s no excuse to drink my sorrows away. It’s an opportunity. Every weekend we are faced with something we don’t get enough of during the week: choice.
Most of us aren’t disciplined enough to wake up early on the weekend. But I’ll be there, Saturday morning, 4:35AM sharp. Why?
Because I am broke. And you are too.
I get it now, what they said about broke people always sleeping.
If you play your cards right and exercise, eat well and stay hydrated – you’ll be surprised at just how much energy you have.
Are you going to get drunk for 73rd weekend in a row?
Are you going to watch your 531st hour of Netflix?
I used to live in the hood. Every Friday was a fucking party – without fail. A celebration of mediocrity.
“Yay! We made it through another week!”
Every weeknight I came home from the gym and say the signature blue flicker of TV sets.
To my knowledge, those people are still there. Doing the same things, complaining about their situation.
Tonight, I drove through the ‘rich area’ where I aspire to live. I thought, “What are these people doing?”
I saw no blue flickers.
Most weren’t home, probably out, either working or socializing – but lord knows they weren’t sitting on their laurels.
How is it that people in the most dire situations can passively accept it where the ‘well off’ are forever hustling to get past it?
I don’t know. I never understood it.
They say greed is a sin – but so is sloth.
Idleness is only the refuge of weak minds, and the holiday of fools.”
~ Philip Dormer Stanhope