Hope drives us. The idea that things will get better if we put in the effort gives us motivation. Hope is a powerful tool, and works even when it is stretched thin. That is what has driven people to work hard for others, the hope that one day, they will have done the right amount of work and be able to enjoy a more enjoyable life.
When the thin veneer of hope is stretched too thin, and one can see through it to the greed that holds the disguise so poorly, it loses its charm, and becomes servitude. It is too late at that point, and any possibility of a brighter future seems hopeless.
Yet we continue to toil away, accepting our lot in life as some kind of punishment for not having luck on our side. We play the lottery, our only hope we can cling to for salvation against working until our last breath, and not truly living.
We are not made for this much work, this much time spent performing tasks for others so we can keep from starving. 60 hours a week barely covers the bills, the cost of survival.
Yet money is out there. I see new cars every day, driven by people with manicured nails, expensive designer clothes who, if they work at all, put in just a few hours a week.
Hope for the future is dwindling... my rent may not get paid this month. My boss just told me that, if they cut our budget any more, we might as well start looking for another job...
My hopes and dreams of having a house, a car that has a/c, my surgeries, is turning I to a pipe dream. I feel I am destined to work 60 hours a week for the rest of my life, with no relief in sight.
I'm not sure if I can live that way.