I have no free time. I am a slave to the man. The scariest part about becoming a slave to the man is how commonplace it starts to feel. Pretty soon you stop caring that you’re a slave to the man. You stop caring about the value of time. You stop caring about your hobbies. You stop … caring.
Must resist. Mustn’t lose dream magic.
I’ve been thinking about how the corporate world will change when Jesus comes. I like to think he’ll say, “Guys, come on. Stop working so hard and so long. There’s more to life. 30 hours a week is more than enough. Now grab your fishing poles and meet me at the lake.” I think that’s what he’ll say.