The topic arose of job stability vs self-actualization. When is it worth staying on the grind of a soul-sucking, well-paying job and when is does the grind become an absurd distraction from life's true meaning? When is freedom from obligation actually a good thing and when does it turn into its own form of obligation? Does productivity matter? I mean, we all die anyways.
This is America! When is freedom free? (I heard it costs $1.23)
Barrio is a downtown tequila bar in Mpls. Cuban hip hop and southside graffiti art give it a woozy cool. You can feel time stand still in places like that, enough to give you a start when it snaps quickly back into motion. And then it's already Monday.
But we all know there aint nothing wrong
with a little bump and grind.
right?
Otherwise how would things get done? How would people have any kind of appreciation for the woozy cool of overpriced, time-capturing bars?
I don't really know what to do with unstructured time anymore. I don't have any of it, and when I do, it breaks me to pieces. I sit in my apartment and write pointless blogs. Usually I fill that time with marathons or grad-school applications, but every so often I'm confronted with that inevitable, humbling horror: Free time. Isn't the real freedom in routine, the joy in repetition (another great song)? Doing what you want to do shouldn't mean drifting with the wind. It probably should mean that being chained to things that are important, and remaining chained for the right reasons.
I guess that's the old lesson from the myth of Sisyphus: To be the conscious master of one's burden is to be free.
So what does that tell me about employment? Be cool, I guess.
Does it add any insight to consider that these thoughts were flushed out in conversations with someone gainfully employed in narcotics?
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