At a family birthday dinner the other night a documentary about penguins came up in conversation. My dad mentioned how hard and sad their life is. I loudly stated, if there was a documentary about humans it would be the same. Then my brother chimed in from across the table with his best narrator voice, “They wake up every morning to leave their family, make money, and in return owe half to the government.” Let’s just say we all started in with narration regarding the atrocities us humans have to endure. It really is sad and doesn’t have to be this way. We are slaves.
I'm not a slave. I like my job, I like my co-workers. I like my bosses. I could quit tomorrow. There really is nothing about my life which is like a slave. If you don't find a job you enjoy doing, that will make you a very sad and bitter person.
That’s awesome, there’s not a lot of people that can say that. I was a slave, I got out and now I homeschool my children. Before, I taught in the public school. Other people’s kids were getting the best me. I changed that.
At a family birthday dinner the other night a documentary about penguins came up in conversation. My dad mentioned how hard and sad their life is. I loudly stated, if there was a documentary about humans it would be the same. Then my brother chimed in from across the table with his best narrator voice, “They wake up every morning to leave their family, make money, and in return owe half to the government.” Let’s just say we all started in with narration regarding the atrocities us humans have to endure. It really is sad and doesn’t have to be this way. We are slaves.
I'm not a slave. I like my job, I like my co-workers. I like my bosses. I could quit tomorrow. There really is nothing about my life which is like a slave. If you don't find a job you enjoy doing, that will make you a very sad and bitter person.
That’s awesome, there’s not a lot of people that can say that. I was a slave, I got out and now I homeschool my children. Before, I taught in the public school. Other people’s kids were getting the best me. I changed that.
You missed the entire point of your own post.
You have a social security number, pay taxes to your masters, and your parents used your feet as your fingerprints to sign your life away.
You are a slave, whether you like your job or not.