"I’ve been working for a couple of years now. I had some good and bad experiences, met people with different backgrounds and lifestyles and I learnt a lot. These days I have an interesting job which I feel good with. If this piece is not against work itself, I still ask myself a lot of questions related to work. We have to work whether for a boss or ourselves in order to get food, have a place to sleep and some clothes. But when our lives are nothing but our work, that sleep and food are luxuries, when our dreams lost all their colours, what can we think of all this? What can we do? In front of me, there is this long tunnel that will at least take me forty years to go through. I will be probably depressed and jaded at the end and the rest of lucidity I still have will probably fade away with remorse. Regrets of not having stopped, not having seen my partners on this trip grow old, not having walked on those lands I have only seen on the postal cards stick on the fridge, not having given all my love to those who need it. Just staying here, doing nothing but sweating, like another easy-going worker, for an institution teaching individualism, racism, heterosexism and so on. And this is the same work that weakens my parents more everyday, restrain our freedom and often deny the most elementary rights. I think it is really hard to find a job combining respect, decent wage and enough freedom to let us achieve projects in our lives. I don’t know how the future will be but I hope I will be able to still open out myself and dream outside of work just like I did with the band. I would love to see my life as a permanent journey, full of meetings, exchanges and love, to build something and work on the best way I can find without having to fear anyone’s judgement. And if one day I feel like my job put my heart or my life in a routine of idiocy and greed, I will go away and figure out better ways to use the time I still have on earth."
- Morgan - |
