As the Hobo gets ever closer to revolutionizing The Party everywhere, and my next steps loom closer, I've begun to think about what effects I'd come to face should I achieve some level of success. I'm talking mainly about money, but also the relational changes between myself and associates, friends, and yes, strangers. For now, I'll think about money, and what doors it opens and perhaps closes.
At a certain income threshold, it becomes easy to pick up dinner on the way home or order it to your doorstep, maybe or maybe not justifying it with tiredness or lack of time. Cooking is just so hard! You buy a TV one size larger than planned, speakers with a little more wattage, and an apartment on the top floor, for the parties you lack the energy or time to throw. You subscribe to five magazines but don't read them. You've got a lot of nice shit. It's all nice. You also work your ass off, and usually come home exhausted mentally, physically, and emotionally. You get about 36 hours of weekend each week if you're lucky, but Friday is dominated by the week past and Sunday by the week ahead. Yet, you're there, man. You can fly to Barcelona on a dime or buy the next iPod coming out, since it has an extra five gigs of space, even though the other wasn't filled. Give the old one to the nice kid who picks up your laundry.
And so, my quandary. I seek the quickest route to financial freedom, yet timidly look forward. It's not that I admonish a life of wealth, or getting yourself nice things, even things you don't need. It's that, should I get there and have to carry with me the long, toiling hours of work and strain usually necessary to sustain the lifestyle, will I possess the ability to ever let it go? Could I drop it for better access to the finer things out There? Or will I hold on as it drives me into the ground?
I'd like to believe I know the answer now, but what about when it all changes?