Dude, do not work as

COLLEAGUE, SO DO NOT WORK



Emilio Alberto Restrepo Baena

In my opinion it is a shame that so much work in the world. One of the saddest things is that the only thing a man can do for eight hours, day after day, is work. You can not eat eight hours, or drink eight hours, or make love eight hours ... the only thing you can do for eight hours is work. And that is why that man is made miserable and unhappy as himself and everyone else. William Faulkner

And is that since we graduated and we are programmed to work tirelessly to make it as natural sophistry that reminds us that "at first you have to kill yourself working in shifts and holidays to get a capitalcito and then drop a little and slow down ?. LIES. This job-chip addiction that begins to work to have a diploma that gives us license to practice, marks us for life, our program without options in the perverse tradition of "work, work, work?.

Experience proves this. When you get into the blender work without pause, to make continuous work without giving room for the rest, with the ambition of treasure and objects of consumption achieved in a few years, is no longer able to let go, to recover a decent standard and reasonable working hours. Not able to adjust to lower revenues obtained by slowing down. Do not know what to do with pleasure, because by running a job to be permanently lost the capacity of delight, the delight of the hobby, the sweet slow reading, exercise, film, the conversation for fun, friendship, love , playing with the children and a thousand etceteras, overwork that we can not see.

In Europe there are countries with 32-hour workweeks, and it seems excessive. In Colombia is 48 hours and most of our colleagues working around one hundred hours in two and three jobs. An aberration. What hours live, love, learn, dream and grow as human beings?

It is natural that as a result of this, are absent fathers, husbands, careless, indifferent friends. Is that physically do not have time but to be in a turn, tied with another and try to recover from them to restart the carousel. What time is updated, what times they read, they do have time to take a gustico without toil, without race, without watching the clock to go to tackle a new day?

Is not it abominable go with the clothes in the car, sleeping three to five nights a week away from home on a bed of collective use, without the privacy of the bathroom, sausages desire junk food in traffic light changes as you go from one place to another? Is not it awful that the wife has to take the children to work on weekends, because otherwise it is not possible to see and share even a few minutes?

And the years pass, and anything that goes down to the rhythm. The constant self-deception you can not see who is leaving a job in youth and health, while fattening the bank account that others will probably enjoy. Sure, he bought a house two layers in a layer above him, he can not be less than the partner who beat him in the decision and may not be in the neighborhood forever, for one "has to progress in life? . And the car has to be newer and larger than that of the colleague, as everyone must realize that "one is no gunk de mico?. And the family demands and pressure, as you must be cache and status and experience shows that no one is above, and snobbish middle-class exhibitionist when it takes for social advancement. So it's a vicious cycle that never ends, borrowing, consuming unlimited, working tirelessly to meet, etc..

Many times the only thing that makes us stop and reflect, not the product of a rationalization or a philosophical vagary makes us fall in mind that we are little more than slaves, but a massive heart attack, a stay in an intensive care unit intensive, separation, infidelity, crime or drug abuse in the home and a thousand tragedies, each one worse than the other.

Remember that when we dreamed to study and specialize, among other things we did to get a better quality of life. Do you do what have we achieved? Yes we live better? Or are we just slaves with a college degree without time for ourselves or for our families, with no room for intellectual growth, for worldly enjoyment and aesthetic joy, to feel in the body and senses the sublime pleasure of being alive and healthy and vigorous and thank life for so many privileges and benefits we have received and often stupidly squander without even realizing it.

No wishing to enhance the first year of exercise. Things are coming, the rewards are obtained when the work is done with responsibility, perseverance and dignifying the person as a whole. Better a religious professional, balanced, happy, balanced psychic and spiritual, generate trust among their peers, a rich poor all you have is silver, gold an ordinary donkey who thinks only of the ticket and at work, professional wealthiest of the cemetery.

Those years of work-addiction restlessly spend their collection account ulcers, insomnia, hypertension, lumbago, impotence, moody chronic migraines. Sooner or later the pituitary and pineal gland called to trial for abuse, the abuse of the circadian cycle, by the overhead. And one facing the mirror, dark and endless night and discovers that there is no going back.

Dude, your family needs. Return to the elemental pleasures so happy they did when I was not obsessed with work. Have a fun, a craft, a entretenedero to not get bored when you retire, if he does not get sick from working. Read, laugh, enjoy, enjoy. There is only one life and we are running. Dude, do not work much.