I was going to write a post on communism but ended up discussing a much less brain-intense subject which I'm opting to write about instead because I'm lazy.

We use the term 'Lazy' in an unambiguously derogatory way in our society. I resent that. (foreshadowing).

A friend of mine was speaking about working their arse off until they can finally afford a house. A noble cause, but why?

For generations, this has been the primary goal of global culture. Have a place one can call their own, something that belongs to them which they can live in.

Obviously, the immediate answer to 'why' is for stability. But my friend's answer was also to rent it out. With that money, one can have a passive income to do whatever they want.

Fine, but what do you want?

'Do other stuff', she said.

Like, hobbies?

'Cooking, Travel, Baking'.

It sounded a lot like a dating profile filled with empty generic statements of hobbies such as Travel, watching movies, and hanging out with friends.

These are all fine, but they don't really satisfy my curiosity. Once we own a house... what next?

For me, I came to the understanding that I would never become a homeowner. Those kinds of prices are the kind of numbers I won't see in my life, I would never want to settle for a tiny, crappy, dilapidated trash heap, nor would I want to move out to the sticks where it takes me a 3-week shipping voyage across the pacific to get to the nearest convenience store. So I'm resigned to the idea of renting forever or just generally seeing what happens. If money comes to me, then we can adjust the plan accordingly but otherwise, forget planning such things.

I say this with heart, because I feel once I have accomplished that goal, it leaves me with a space in my brain to go on to the next thing. What, a dog? Marriage? A baby? TWO babies? FIVE babies?

What about when I retire? Suddenly, 9-12 hours of every day are freed up, and all I've managed to do is 'have a house'.

Sure, I can now use all that time to learn how to knit, read some books, sit on various beaches, grow some apple trees. But these are all 'things' that you start, and complete. There are only so many things you can do before moving on to something else becomes tedious and pointless.

Great, I have a house, I've planted a tree, read a book, traveled to some jungle in South America, some plain in Africa, some mountain in Asia. I've learned a language, had 3 kids, learned to play the marimba, skydived, run a marathon, tried heroin, Binge watched a show, run for office, written a book.

Ok. Now I'm 55 years old. Only... 30 years left.

Doo bee doo...

Ho hum...

_{The product of a lifetime of aiming to own a house, or a byproduct of something else?}

Some people might be able to get through life this way, but that's just it: You're 'getting through life'. You're doing everything you can possibly imagine to fill in the gaps in boredom, then getting depressed when you temporarily run out of ideas and find yourself sitting in front of the TV wondering where your life went.

This lifestyle will almost always end up totally without direction or cause. 'What's the meaning of life' becomes a haunting demon to avoid thinking about. 'what's the point' becomes a frequently recurring excuse to not do these 'hobbies' which increasingly start to feel like chores.

Because you're not passionate about them.

If your life goal is to own a house, like 99% of the world's people, then in my opinion, you ain't doing life right.

Humans didn't evolve to be capable of investing time into 400 different concepts, subjects, crafts, and skills. We're extremely one-track minded. Those people who are the greatest in the world at their craft don't tend to spend a couple of hours a week on it between other various hobbies. They obsess, 6, 12, 18 hours a day.

Then, we watch in awe on TV and look at ourselves in shame. Suddenly this person who has managed to accomplish one thing, seems to be the pinnacle of 'success', and become the envy of the world as we all dream about even hoping to become a fraction of what that person was.

But at the end of the day, that person is just a real fast swimmer, or a real good tennis player, or an amazing chef.

_{'Tennis is really just a casual past time thing for me. I'm really just saving up to travel the world' - Roger Federer}

These skills they have perfected over their entire lives have enabled them to afford time, money and freedom to casually pursue those purposeless milestones such as Owning a house, traveling the world, writing a book, in a fraction of the time. These things can come to them in the space of a week if need be and they think nothing of it other than its a result of their success in a single passion they dedicated their lives to.

If they never wrote a book, they wouldn't give a damn because, well, they're still pursuing that passion project they have been perfecting since they were 10. Hell, they might not even make any money or success from what they are doing, but they simply don't care about these empty gestural results such as house, a car, a baby. These are just societal pressures which are little more than social inconveniences.

Now I know people still yearn to be able to actually function in society, so basic needs such as being able to move around, eat, and be stable are things we all want. But these are not the passionate man's life goals, but mere necessities.

For the most successful human, these little luxuries are as irrelevant to them as they are to the passionate blogger in the parent's basement.

Bill Gates doesn't simply look at his bank account with satisfaction, nod, and then sit back in his mansion watching netflix until he retires.

No, he continues to perfect his craft, invests in advanced mosquito nanotechnology to infect the brains of citizens to create a new, reduced population world order of autism-riddled Homosapiens who do his evil bidding.

This is Bill Gates' passion and he will continue to do this until the day he dies, regardless of how many homes and cars he has, how many countries he's traveled, how many movies he's watched, how many friends he has.

Meanwhile, we all look at these models of success while constantly juggling an endless list of ever-changing interests and intrigues as we hope to come to the grand conclusion in our lives of simultaneously earning this much money, having this much property, and learning this language.

Our whole lifespan is a definition of a mid-life crisis, just played out in slow motion.

If you haven't found a theme in your life, the chances are mighty high that you will look in the mirror and see a meaningless void looking back at you. You've spent 30 years trying to find something, but ended up just dipping your toes into 1,000 little puddles instead of jumping into the lake of prosperity.

Civilization has over millennia generally found ways around this inconvenient truth; religion, alcohol, war, communism. But unless you're a bishop, an emperor, an authoritarian dictator or a wine connoisseur, it's just more tactics to stave off that dreaded boredom.

What is boredom, anyway?

The thing is, boredom is one of the most valuable things we are lucky enough to have. Those nations riddled in famine aren't too concerned with boredom when they're busy trying to find the sharpest rock to hack their sister's leg off for dinner.

Most of who we consider the greatest minds through history, were excessively bored individuals. These people had the fortune to sit down and think; 'Dear GOD I'm bored as f**k'. before pondering about the rotation of the Universe and what 'it' really is.

We spend our lives running away from boredom, when the truth is, the answer you're looking for is lying right there, hidden in the 'magic eye' of life. You just have to sit down and stare at it long enough before you can finally see the picture clearly. Once you do, it will always appear instantly in the future, as you know exactly what to look for.

_{The world is a complex WEB of intrigue.}

Laziness; a powerful tool.

People who are lazy are people who embrace boredom. Boredom is the most valuable tool we have, but with great tools come great responsibility. If you can master laziness, you are mastering boredom, and you are using your time far more valuably than those who have been whipped by society to tell you to 'get a job' and 'stop being weird'.

A lazy person is more often than not creative, intuitive and contrary to what it might look like, unsatisfied with the status quo.

A lazy person is change and success waiting to happen. But if they don't use this luxury properly, they will be nothing more than just... well, lazy.

_{Laugh at his laziness if you will, but homer has been to space, won a grammy, became a beer baron, a successful artist, an inventor of numerous things, and more What have YOU done?}

I'm lazy. But I was also lucky enough to find my 'thing' fairly early on. When I went to University, I chose music not because I thought it was bring about some stable future or success. In fact I firmly believed it was a pretty useless direction to go. But I loved it.

I got my degree in something I enjoyed. Before then, I was passion-less, empty, robotic, emotionless. I put a hood over my head in school and sat quietly and miserably until the day ended.

When education became a choice, my eyes opened to music, but my mind opened to the world. Educational youtube, science journals, online lectures, free courses, the library, these all became amazing, freely accessible things I could just take for myself!

I continue this today, with some educational youtube channels and Facebook pages being one's I've followed for over a decade. My daily routine consists of anywhere between 40 minutes and several hours of listenig to podcasts or youtube things on politics, science, news, history, self-teaching something (such as Chinese) or other general curiosities. Accumulate those things for a decade or so and, well, that's a lot of information!

However, the theme in my life is absolutely nothing to do with those things. Yeah, I love learning about history, I love debating politics. But these are just those passing intrigues.

Throughout this whole time, for as long as I can remember, music has been there, flowing constantly through my veins.

Now, I never knew that would happen, I never intended on it being a career, I never expected to earn a penny from it, nor did I ever imagine i'd have my name scrolling through the credits scene of movies as 'Composer'. But here we are.

But to me, it doesn't matter whether or not I make money from it. I don't really care if I'm a teacher, composer, performer, historian of music or some kind of musical business mogul. All of these things are part of my theme, which I will always have a deep passion for and will always pursue.

When I think about my goals, I don't think of a house or a baby. These are things that might happen, but if not, at least I still have music. If I become a millionaire from my music, I will continue to be musical, even if I give up making millions from it. Hell, the idea of fame horrifies me so in all likelihood I would actively cut that part out and quietly continue my creative processes in the privacy of my new mansion.

If I turn out to be wildly unsuccessful and end up searching for the driest cardboard to sleep under each night, the music will still be there flowing through my veins, as I listen to the beautiful combined timbre of one car horn atop the bridge I'm living under beep in unison to the scream of the hobo who just got bottled in the face.

So where does it all go wrong?

I think for most people, they tend to mix survival necessity with ambition. Only a few generations ago, this made total sense. The world was still in a state of survival. Marriage was more of a necessity, social expectations were still rapidly evolving and still at a stage where life was very linear.

Nowadays, we look at our marriages and demand perfection. If you aren't constantly satisfying each other in every way, a divorce is round the next corner and you have to pursue someone slightly better. This is a result of our collective privilege. We now have the time to be bored enough to think about the things that don't satisfy us.

We can shape ourselves and direct ourselves in an open world, not just one that ends in a house with a wife/husband and 3 kids. We can be gay, we can be black, we can be.

We often don't realise that our ambitions are really just 1950's expectations of what a nuclear family should be (or whatever the equivalent is in, say, China or Indonesia).

_{What are they so happy about? What a miserable existence}

But for anyone reading this, the chances are that you aren't just surviving. The chances are you have internet, you have boredom (especially if you've actually read this far), and you have ideas.

And if you DO have the internet, you should be able to see that literally anything, no matter how bizarre or dumb, can turn into one's idea of success. That passion may not be something that can turn into riches and power and fame, but it can certainly bring you satisfaction that will last until the day you die, and help you realise that riches and power and fame are really just empty gestures that may or may not come as a result of something else entirely.

When you get a monkey's paw you can use to make wishes, and you wish to be rich and famous... well, famous for what? Being a viral tiktok dancer? Inventing the chocolate teapot? Being a human with large breasts?

What if you become famous for something you hate or lack any passion for. Like, what if I became famous for being the world's greatest coder, or a

How depressing. Nothing would bore me more.

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I just got distracted by a student for 20 minutes so I forgot where I was going with this. I guess I'll end it here. Hopefully it was some half-decent food for thought.

I guess my question is this: Do you have a theme in your life, something that you can enjoy and use, build and improve, never get bored? Something that can shape your life into what you personally consider 'success'?

Or are you going through the motions, coasting on societies idea of 'success', only to find yourself heading straight in the direction of being a dimentia-riddled bag of regret in a hospital bed surrounded by your family who quite frankly can't wait for you to die so they can get on with their own lives?

Do you plan to 'retire' and leave yourself with 30 years of empty space? Not me. Retirement sounds depressing as f**k.