MindPrison's Journal: Work and life - reaching Equilibrioception

So, it happened.

Did you read the previous journal entry? Why...oh my ego, of course you didn't. It's just my ramblings, and it shall probably always remain that way, nevertheless, here you go. What happened? Did I finally manage to reach my goal of not working for the rest of my life? Being free? Not indebted by society?

Well, I sort of did, but a goal can always be expanded, there's no prize worth fighting over if it isn't worthwhile, and ideal worth fighting for would be ever lasting happiness, how YOU define your happiness - I'll leave up to you. I however...define my happiness on how much I can enjoy while being alive as we know it, this doesn't have to include cruise-ships, endless travels across the world, but simply enjoying life as we know it, as I know it.

Now, 4 years later than when I wrote that last journal...or was it 3 years? Time here...doesn't really matter, because I did in fact reach my core essence of my previous goal, peace and tranquility without the control of others, no one that I know of now control my life, I moved to a different country, I had the one success after the other, and now I'm completely independent, own my own house, land, and all debts have been paid down and the only thing that can happen now are two WIN WIN situations:

I will get unemployed, but still own my land, and have no dept, I have enough to buy food and pay for heating in my own giant 300m2 place, WIN = I have plenty of time for my private science research, and are dependent on no one, no welfare, no insurance, just myself and mother nature.

I will get continuous employment (yes, as of this writing, I am still employed, but still a bit edgy as a person...remember...I am who I am, no man, no animal, no beast controls me, I am a slave to no one), and I do so on my very own will, you see...I am an expert on what I do, and I like it, so I earn money on it, working for someone else...but the condition and rules are different from when I was poor.

When I was poor, I had no home, just a lot of debt, and no freedom. If I choose freedom (aka no employment) back then, I'd have no real freedom as I'd just be a bum, or pay the bills with forced employment (social welfare = forced cheap labor), and that's no real option to me..hence why I moved abroad...escaped...in the first place, no human, no beast can control me.

I realized I got to fight for it, just like millions before me, so I finally got a chance, I got a home, fully paid, no debt, and started to work away all the debt I had from education and all that, still...not liking my employers...(I never truly have, any employer), managed to hold out, and survive enough here in my new country to survive and still keep my new house (it's old..but new to me) without taking up loans. Now I'm steadily working up my account, earning and working hard...but moving with light speed towards freedom.

And the best part? I'm well and truly free. Never before could I just quit my job if I didn't like it without risking it all, now I can. Now That's job satisfaction!

Yes ladies and gents, I'm finally free.