You have no concept of time when you’re young. Life seems almost eternal. Carefree. Effervescent. Life falsifies your adolescent perspective into believing that life is a concept is an easy thing to achieve. Every cherished childhood memory is encapsulated in the blanketed recesses of your mind, with a vibrant hue of distorted clarity. The sky is as blue as the sky has ever looked. Your favourite toys are crystallised monuments, displayed on ornate plinths in the museum of your mind. Every reprehensible indulgence you committed in jest with your equally miscreant enablers, are repeated in the wide-screen cinema of your brain. To the point that you can almost hear the laughter of your friends, chortling at your inevitable undoing. Your unencumbered by the constraints of society’s drudgery. The pursuit of occupational satisfaction and achievement. Imposed by the notion that you owe the world something.

It’s not until life has sufficiently continued its assault on your humble little ideals and integrity, that you begin to realise just how boring and self serving we make our lives. The avocation of money for instance, is an effective and predominantly harmless system of exchanging goods. You assign a numerical value to a specific product. A potential customer will then decide to purchase said item and exchange their own accumulated wealth for said product. Thereby engaging in the necessary act of commerce, as well as stimulating the economy. The problem isn’t buying and selling, at least when governments aren’t dictating the value of everything, but people’s innate capacity for expanding wealth. And not out of some altruistic need to consolidate funds for family or retirement, but just as a means of parading one’s accomplishments in the form of financial wealth. I mean honestly, what does one individual need billions? I can’t think of a greater waste of one’s time than increasing the digits of a bank account, other than as a self congratulatory boast?

There are many egregious luxuries that we value more than time. Most of which are wasted on economic prosperity or the mundane things that society has deemed important. Like taxes, jobs and wars. I guess you could argue that life without challenges is no life at all. But the self imposed regulations we conceive to control a populace is all so boring. If I owned my own home, with a steady, flexible income to purchase the essentials. Perhaps with a little extrenuous change to buy a PlayStation game on occasion, I could invest my precious time into so many worthwhile causes. Charity work of some sort, would be the perfect anthisis for what work is. And I’d feel a whole lot more motivated to work, if it were an actual, tangible benefit.