Anywhere else

So I will start my diatribe today on how I don't believe man is destined to spend his life indoors.

Ok, i get that we are indeed supposed to work for a living, but it feels like most of us live our existence of working side by side strangers in uncomfortable joint working rooms with no privacy to make some money and live in a small apartment in a cramped city we can barely afford but we think we like it so we just keep on working in this weird cycle. But it does seem odd that in this age of technology, where things are supposed to be easier, we just find ourselves working harder and harder, and faster, and instead of taking time to do things great, we work fast to do things fast, and then we set a standard of doing things fast that it becomes all we know and what people expect from us at all times. And suddenly, you become conditioned so that you don’t even know who you are anymore or what you really want, you just are someone who wants things done quickly and fast, and if given time to slow down you don’t know what to do with yourself, like some person who after getting out of prison is so scared of the great unknown they’d almost prefer to be back in their tiny cell where it’s safe and it’s all they know.

And I can’t help but believe there’s a way to break out of that mindset, to not be just another ant marching or another cog in the machine.