How do you measure the quality of your life? By the number of trailing zeroes in your bank account? Size of your house? Number of fancy cars in your garage? Number of designer hand bags?
I measure mine by the number of free moments, freedom to work or not anywhere, and quality of mutually meaningful relationships.
Yet, I find myself chasing deadlines, waking to work to back home routine. Fighting the urge to work all the time, and use my Saturday to rest before getting to unfinished and never ending work piling up.
Living the life that is against my ethos so I can have the money to get time to spend with loved ones.
The irony of it all.
People want cheaper this and that. So companies must cut staff. Cost goes down and so does the price of goods. But the ones grateful and good enough to retain their jobs must work longer. And those let go, need cheaper things as their purchasing power reduces.
And it goes on and on and on.