Death Is Coming
I have been thinking more and more about death as of late. Given recent events, that makes sense. At this point, I have been working since I was 16. Now, 16 years later, I am still working and, if I were to go along with society, I would be working for at least another 35+ years. Just working. That is complete and utter bullshit.
We only get one life and we don’t know when it will end. One shot to actually live on this Earth and we can’t actually do that to the fullest because we are working for the majority of it. What a waste of time.
I don’t plan on spending over 50+ years of my life (assuming I live that long) working. My father-in-law was still working when he died a few months before his 65ᵗʰ birthday. He used to talk about retiring and moving back to Seattle. He never got to do that. I don’t want that to be me. I want to live my life while I have it and not waste 45+ hours a week on work.
So, my goal to retire early is even more powerful now. Getting more serious about it. Not that I wasn’t before. It just feels more like a necessity versus something that would be great if it happened. But those are my thoughts currently.
TLDR- I want to retire early more so now, because we have no clue when we’ll die, and I don’t want to waste the time I have working.
Feature Photo by Andriy Nestruiev on Unsplash
Yup. I’m with you. It’s been a bit longer for me, been working for 24 years, but I no longer find any power in a sound of a long career unless it’s something deeply meaningful to me (which this isn’t). I’d much rather see how much quality of life we can pack in whatever years we have. My mom died in her 50s and that number will always haunt me, she never had a retirement or got to just enjoy life when she had her health. I don’t want to repeat that pattern either.