What if I was a street vendor?
I've just seen one too many videos on facebook, which is currently my only source of news and entertainment. Ever seen one of those awesome videos of street vendors working their craft in the middle of the street? The amazing fruit-slicers, mailbox-creators, and cotton-candy-artists?
For three seconds, I was amazed. For the same number of heartbeats, I was fascinated. Yet I am seated on a pleather swivel chair behind the plastic-polarized LED screen of my laptop, about to get back to my reality. And let's not get started on that. It's quite easy to roll down that hill of problems, arguments, questions, and instead of whining about myself...
What if I was a street vendor?
A random thought. Inspired by some videos, but secretly fueled by my white-collar job and first-world problems. If I was a street vendor, life would ultimately be harder, but, would I even perceive it to be if I don't miss lounging in my chair and scrolling down through social media websites on my smartphone, or tablet, or laptop? Maybe I would be content, because working day-to-day to fulfill daily needs instantly fulfills short-term goals. I would worry about less things, because I wouldn't have time to be have idle thoughts and worry about missing my favorite show or having a manicure. I would worry only about what is important, and I would work only towards that.
Of course, everything I'm saying is very loosely based on real life, because I'm not toiling under the hard sun daily just to make enough to feed my starving family of seven. I'm just picking at one particular slice of the whole picture, looking at the what-ifs, dipping my toes into the topic, trying to astral-project into another life in as few lightning strikes as possible.
And no, I don't plan to change courses and change my career. I'm very happy learning and saving lives in the process with my current and future job.
Just.. food for thought.
For three seconds, I was amazed. For the same number of heartbeats, I was fascinated. Yet I am seated on a pleather swivel chair behind the plastic-polarized LED screen of my laptop, about to get back to my reality. And let's not get started on that. It's quite easy to roll down that hill of problems, arguments, questions, and instead of whining about myself...
What if I was a street vendor?
A random thought. Inspired by some videos, but secretly fueled by my white-collar job and first-world problems. If I was a street vendor, life would ultimately be harder, but, would I even perceive it to be if I don't miss lounging in my chair and scrolling down through social media websites on my smartphone, or tablet, or laptop? Maybe I would be content, because working day-to-day to fulfill daily needs instantly fulfills short-term goals. I would worry about less things, because I wouldn't have time to be have idle thoughts and worry about missing my favorite show or having a manicure. I would worry only about what is important, and I would work only towards that.
Of course, everything I'm saying is very loosely based on real life, because I'm not toiling under the hard sun daily just to make enough to feed my starving family of seven. I'm just picking at one particular slice of the whole picture, looking at the what-ifs, dipping my toes into the topic, trying to astral-project into another life in as few lightning strikes as possible.
And no, I don't plan to change courses and change my career. I'm very happy learning and saving lives in the process with my current and future job.
Just.. food for thought.