Bob,
Not all that frghtening – I felt pretty much like the rat back in 1992, when it finally dawed on me that I was getting nowhere, working harder and harder for less pay. The rat is searching for the cheese and jumps through a lot of hoops to get it, only to find itself in a trap at the end of it. Since 1992, I have seldom made the minium wage working for myself, but have been a lot happier with the less stressful lifestyle, and have never received any benefits or state help, and occasional had spells where I earned more than I did at sea, although these are few and far between, but are wonderful when they do happen. Ironically enough, since the lockdown, things have looked up as far as writing is concerned, and thanks to the digital age, I do not even need to go out!
Here is a final thought that I read at the end of an ancient novel written over 100 years ago, called Pocket Island:
Life at best is but an enigma, and like children pursuing a "Will O' The Wisp,"so do we all pursue the illusive beacon light of a brighter and happier to-morrow – always hoping, never attaining, though striving ever until, wearied of the vain pursuit, at last we fall by the wayside and are forgotten.
Charles Clark Munn (1847 – 1917)
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I have just come to accept things as they are, and fudge along the best I can, without worrying too much about anything!
Bob
Edited By Bob Wilson on 17/04/2020 17:51:39