My oft quoted mantra. “There has to be a better way (to make a living)”. It doesn’t really matter what I did for a living, I’d probably still mutter this one under my breath. Fact is, given the choice, I wouldn’t work at all.
Is that really true? If I became ridiculously wealthy overnight*, surely I’d need some sense of purpose. OK, so spending it could be my raison d’etre. Not very imaginative though. Some charity work maybe?
* The overnight part above is vital! You look at all the rich men and women in the world who got rich by working hard. They can’t pull out! No…if you have to work hard to get it, it’s not worth having.
That TV show, ‘Secret Millionaire’, always puts a bloody lump in my throat. I can’t help it. I just well up. Guaranteed! [SNORT] Pathetically grateful people getting smug hand-me-downs. I should puke really. Why do they do it on TV if they’re so selfless?
Never mind all that. I’m going surfing in Cornwall on Thursday. That’s my raison d’etre this week. If my cough hasn’t gone, what better way to clear it than immersing myself for several hours every day for three days in ice cold Atlantic water!? Kill or cure, that’s for sure. The ‘etre’ part may not continue much longer.