Never trade your time for money... and simple math

Thought about a couple things today when I woke up:

As I opened my eyes I was inspired to post, and they say that when the inspiration hits you're best to act... whoever the "they" are. Well, "they" weren't as tired as I was at 6:30 this morning, so "they" didn't act, I did. By sleeping. The words at 6:30 came to me freely, and now closer to 9:30, and much more rested, I am strangely far less eloquent.

The point of the title is this: I was thinking about how precious time really is, and how much of it we spend chasing the almighty dollar. It is rare that you hear about someone who truly enjoys their work, and often the story is closer to

"I have to go to work",

rather than

"I don't work, I simply do, and what I do I enjoy. Oh, and by the way, I make a living at it."

I've heard it said,

"Choose a job that you enjoy and you'll never work a day in your life."

True, dat, to a point.

We've probably all worked at one point simply for the money because we need it to survive. Suck up the circumstances and remain focused on how much money is coming in... that'll make us feel better.

Not.

In the end if the soul isn't satisfied, the mind, body and spirit aren't either. At the end of our days can we look back and say,

"I had a full, rich life"

or will it be,

"Look at all the money I can leave behind!"

So the way I figure it, if we trade our precious time simply for the money, we're losing out. But, if we use our time to experience everything we can and the benefits include getting paid for our endeavours, we're happier.

Point number two: On Wednesday last week I turned 39. When I woke up this morning I figured out why 40 is considered 'over the hill'. If you do the math, 39 is your 40th year. 40 is, indeed, 'over the hill' - contrary to what I believed before that it was only at 41 that you rounded the top. I can rest assured, however that the rules have changed. 40 is the new 30, which means I'm 29 and holding.

Simple math. Love it!