One more day to get through and then the sweet salvation of the blessed weekend. It never ceases to amaze me or rather confound me that living in the twenty first century has a lot to be desired. We hear the virtues of freedom being espoused by foreign world leaders and home grown leaders alike, yet this freedom that we feel so compelled to protect and defend can certainly feel like slavery. I understand the meritorious notions and equality that each of us in this society is purportedly given, but still at the end of the day it all too often seems as if the gods that condemned Sisyphus to rock and roll as it were, have also mistakenly condemned the rest of humanity to roll that boulder up and down for no apparent meaningful reason. What else can this waking at an ungodly hour, scuffling with thousands of other drones in overcrowded infrastructure doing the same tasks again and again be? If not a sick joke then what?

Certainly given the position I find myself in I ought to be grateful for having this slavish freedom, however increasingly I find myself feeling resentful and disillusioned. The problem seems to lie in the falsity of it all. The happiness that seems to be on sale just doesn’t seem to stem from accomplishing the feat of getting the boulder to the top of the hill, because tomorrow there will be another hill and the day after, another.

Finding some meaningful existence in all this rolling becomes quite a challenge. Sure there are these catch phrases and marketing hype like work-life balance but who out there ever achieves this elusive balance? Is it merely a carrot that is perpetually out of reach or do some lucky individuals find this nirvana? I for one feel somewhat duped by this “happiness” that we should feel grateful in pursuing, when it is just Sisyphus’s legacy that has been repackaged and sexed up.

Well one thing I can be grateful for and in a minor way it countenances the work-life manifesto with a level of genuineness and that is the two days away from the overcrowded rail network and the pile of drawings that never seem to disappear from the cross hairs of the AutoCAD cursor.

Hail the Sabbath for man can not live on boulders alone. Blessed be the man who hath made two days worth living for.