Rinse and repeat for another 20 days, or more. The paycheck arrives. It compensates for the crap you dealt with, or so you think.
Weekends - we splurge on ourselves. Treat ourselves to a good meal because we deserve it. Buy that pair of shiny new shoes/gadget because we deserve it. We've worked so hard, we think we deserve it.
Halfway into the month, not much is left. But it's okay, another 15 days left, we justify.
If you experience any of the above symptoms, you are a paycheck prisoner.
A white collar slave.
A corporate rat.
A victim of modern slavery.
You belong to the few at the very top, the puppet masters. The tie that you wear is a reminder that they own you - they're the masters of your time.
Don't get me wrong, some of you are truly happy with the 'nine-to-five till you're sixty five' routine. If you are, then I'm sincerely happy for you. After all, happiness is subjective.
I'm 23. One year into the job (the promise of a good life after spending 18 years chasing paper), I fell squarely into the white collar 'prison'. Unconsciously imprisoned like many of my peers who take the morning ride to work.
This is where it gets worse.
I'm 560 kilometres away from home pursuing the 'promise'. This means very little interaction with the family and loved ones while they continue to grow older.
You see, the 'promise' is like walking into a casino feeling hopeful, only to come out losing most of the time. The odds are always against you. It was built this way.
Behind these bars, I know there's greener pastures on the other side.
Right now the tools that I believe will get me out of this vicious cycle are minimalism, frugality, financial investments, failures and the pursuit of passion.
This is my road to redemption.
And it was written for you.