I recently attended the funeral of a family member. Not exactly close family, but not very far either. I considered him to be a pillar: solid as a rock, almost invincible.
His death was unexpected. It took us all by surprise. Since then, I've been thinking a lot about my own mortality.
These are the conclusions I reached.
- If you're in your early 20's, unlike what hustle culture tells you, you're not guaranteed these years.
- You could get hit by a truck tomorrow. How satisfied would you feel if you spent the prime years of your life killing yourself for the capitalist machine?
- Don't kid yourself: self employment is part of the rat race.
We only have one shot at this wonderful experiment. It could be taken away at any moment.
Don't fuck it up.