This passage is from Charles Bukowski's 'Post Office'. Got me thinking. I get to work hard at what I love and what makes me happy. So many people don't get to do that, so many people live for the weekend and hate their job. Does it not make you ask yourself what we're all doing it for? As long as you can get food on the table you can be happy, the extortion of your wealth after that has no relation to your happiness. Why do we feel we need to consume so much. For what reason? I battle with it all the time. I like nice things I like to create a beautiful environment but I don't really NEED anything. If I'm honest with myself I just want to be able to do the things in this passage. Make love, take walks, talk a little, swim in the ocean, play music, laugh with each other. All these things are free. I so much want to break out of the "living the dream" pattern. Because I'm starting to realize that living the dream isn't about how much money we make or how much shit we have. It's just about the moment. And if you're spending too many moments doing something you don't enjoy then get the hell outta there. You don't have to show anybody anything. You deserve to be truly happy.