This is a typical way of a success story of rat racers supposed to go...
A youngster, Samuel Lucky, gets out of school, finds a good job and slowly works his way up the corporate ladder. In the process, he finds Lois, the girl of his dreams and they get married to start a family.
As time goes by the Luckys improve their life while continuing his rat race. That is, at first they drove a second hand car but after a while they graduate to a new Japanese car. Children come along and they sell their first house and buy a newer and larger one out in the suburbs of a nicer section than they could at first afford.
Most of the neighbors drive luxury cars and Mrs. Lucky complains that she isn't dressed as well as her friends. So Sam Lucky brings home work from the office in the evenings and working late into the night, and Lois gets a job as secretary to start her journey in the rat race. The children are left at a nursery school during working hours.
Sam continues to bring work home and three times a week he goes to night school where he takes some pretty stiff courses to increase his worth to the firm and be a much more competitive rat racer. After awhile he gets another promotion and merit increment. They can afford luxury car and desired items even though Mrs. Lucky has to continue running on the treadmill in order to afford those luxury items.
Time goes by and there are more promotions and the Luckys are able to move to an even better neighborhood. Lois, of course, can finally quit her job and escape from the rat race.
Later, they hire a cook and a chauffeur to improve their life. However, in order to achieve these, Mr. Lucky continues to bring home work at night. His only recreation these days is playing golf which is invariably done with company customers so that Sam can work on sales at the same time he plays. Mrs. Lucky entertains quite a bit these days—mostly the wives of executives of company customers.
By now Sam Lucky has an ulcer and Lois is going to see her psychiatrist every week. The children are off in finishing and prep schools.
At the age of 65 Mr. Lucky, who is a vice president in the company now, decides to retire. They do and buy a place in Miami Beach, taking the maids, the cook and the chauffeur along with them.
Next year, at the age of 66, Sam drops dead of heart failure. He hadn't been having a very good time anyway. After 45 years of continual work he would have forgotten how to have a good time.
Is this the way a success story supposed to go…?
Even though this might be the life that a lot of people dream of, Mr and Mrs Lucky do not appear to live a full life. Mr Lucky end up retired at 65 and barely enjoy life.
Furthermore, we didn’t even deal with the fact that the life of Sam had a fine chance of becoming an alcoholic along the way in view of the pressures upon him. Or that Mrs. Lucky, in spite of her psychiatric visits, had a strong chance of winding up in a mental institute under the tensions of her frustrated life.
While Mr and Mrs Lucky are busy with their life and hardly able to spend time with their kids, the kids might be out on the streets and probably taking their master's degree in juvenile delinquency.
We haven't dealt, either, with the probability that after the age of 30 or so, while busy chasing what they want in the rat race, there was no longer any real love between Sam and Lois.
Never in the history of any nation has there been such a large percentage of a people in mental institutions. Never has there been such a degree of juvenile delinquency. Never have there been so many divorces. Never has there been such insecurity in the hearts of a people, and the suicide rate is climbing sky high.
Calling all rat racers! It’s time to wake up from your dream of success this way because this is not a dream but nightmare.
It’s a nightmare to wake up in the morning and go down to a hurried breakfast and then to work. At work he spends eight hours or so, with a short lunch period during which he again bolts his food so as to get back to the job again on time. In the evening he comes home to a dinner, hurriedly prepared by a wife who either works or whose time is so taken up with the children and household duties that she too is exhausted at day's end.
After dinner he sits for an hour or two watching television or perhaps going to the local bar or movie. In the morning, the same routine goes on again. By week's end there is a day and a half or two days for relaxation, so that work can be resumed at top efficiency on Monday. For two or three weeks each year the family can pile into the car and dash off on a hurried tour of some national park, or an attempt at rest in some mountain or beach resort. Then back to the grind again. Year in, year out, and the best that can be hoped for is occasional increment in pay—and that a depression or lay off will not come to steal one's livelihood.
The greatest men that the world has ever produced did not, could not, live such a life. No great scientific discovery, no great work of art, no great book, ever came from a man or woman who remained in such a rut.
The great inventions, the great scientific discoveries of our world have been made by men who were able to pursue their driving interests in freedom and escape from meaningless rat race treadmill.
Man makes his great discoveries; he leads a good and full life; he enjoys and gives enjoyment; only when he has leisure and the opportunity to develop himself.
No man can enjoy the potentials nature has awarded him without freedom from the pressure of modern existence. He must escape, he must free himself from the rut in which most are sunk, he must get off the treadmill.
The best manner in which a man or woman can serve the society to which they belong is to be happy and at peace with themselves. You cannot make others happy unless you yourself have achieved happiness and financial freedom. The persons who are best suited to making this a better world are those who have achieved financial freedom, serenity and peace of mind.
A youngster, Samuel Lucky, gets out of school, finds a good job and slowly works his way up the corporate ladder. In the process, he finds Lois, the girl of his dreams and they get married to start a family.
As time goes by the Luckys improve their life while continuing his rat race. That is, at first they drove a second hand car but after a while they graduate to a new Japanese car. Children come along and they sell their first house and buy a newer and larger one out in the suburbs of a nicer section than they could at first afford.
Most of the neighbors drive luxury cars and Mrs. Lucky complains that she isn't dressed as well as her friends. So Sam Lucky brings home work from the office in the evenings and working late into the night, and Lois gets a job as secretary to start her journey in the rat race. The children are left at a nursery school during working hours.
Sam continues to bring work home and three times a week he goes to night school where he takes some pretty stiff courses to increase his worth to the firm and be a much more competitive rat racer. After awhile he gets another promotion and merit increment. They can afford luxury car and desired items even though Mrs. Lucky has to continue running on the treadmill in order to afford those luxury items.
Time goes by and there are more promotions and the Luckys are able to move to an even better neighborhood. Lois, of course, can finally quit her job and escape from the rat race.
Later, they hire a cook and a chauffeur to improve their life. However, in order to achieve these, Mr. Lucky continues to bring home work at night. His only recreation these days is playing golf which is invariably done with company customers so that Sam can work on sales at the same time he plays. Mrs. Lucky entertains quite a bit these days—mostly the wives of executives of company customers.
By now Sam Lucky has an ulcer and Lois is going to see her psychiatrist every week. The children are off in finishing and prep schools.
At the age of 65 Mr. Lucky, who is a vice president in the company now, decides to retire. They do and buy a place in Miami Beach, taking the maids, the cook and the chauffeur along with them.
Next year, at the age of 66, Sam drops dead of heart failure. He hadn't been having a very good time anyway. After 45 years of continual work he would have forgotten how to have a good time.
Is this the way a success story supposed to go…?
Even though this might be the life that a lot of people dream of, Mr and Mrs Lucky do not appear to live a full life. Mr Lucky end up retired at 65 and barely enjoy life.
Furthermore, we didn’t even deal with the fact that the life of Sam had a fine chance of becoming an alcoholic along the way in view of the pressures upon him. Or that Mrs. Lucky, in spite of her psychiatric visits, had a strong chance of winding up in a mental institute under the tensions of her frustrated life.
While Mr and Mrs Lucky are busy with their life and hardly able to spend time with their kids, the kids might be out on the streets and probably taking their master's degree in juvenile delinquency.
We haven't dealt, either, with the probability that after the age of 30 or so, while busy chasing what they want in the rat race, there was no longer any real love between Sam and Lois.
Never in the history of any nation has there been such a large percentage of a people in mental institutions. Never has there been such a degree of juvenile delinquency. Never have there been so many divorces. Never has there been such insecurity in the hearts of a people, and the suicide rate is climbing sky high.
Calling all rat racers! It’s time to wake up from your dream of success this way because this is not a dream but nightmare.
It’s a nightmare to wake up in the morning and go down to a hurried breakfast and then to work. At work he spends eight hours or so, with a short lunch period during which he again bolts his food so as to get back to the job again on time. In the evening he comes home to a dinner, hurriedly prepared by a wife who either works or whose time is so taken up with the children and household duties that she too is exhausted at day's end.
After dinner he sits for an hour or two watching television or perhaps going to the local bar or movie. In the morning, the same routine goes on again. By week's end there is a day and a half or two days for relaxation, so that work can be resumed at top efficiency on Monday. For two or three weeks each year the family can pile into the car and dash off on a hurried tour of some national park, or an attempt at rest in some mountain or beach resort. Then back to the grind again. Year in, year out, and the best that can be hoped for is occasional increment in pay—and that a depression or lay off will not come to steal one's livelihood.
The greatest men that the world has ever produced did not, could not, live such a life. No great scientific discovery, no great work of art, no great book, ever came from a man or woman who remained in such a rut.
The great inventions, the great scientific discoveries of our world have been made by men who were able to pursue their driving interests in freedom and escape from meaningless rat race treadmill.
Man makes his great discoveries; he leads a good and full life; he enjoys and gives enjoyment; only when he has leisure and the opportunity to develop himself.
No man can enjoy the potentials nature has awarded him without freedom from the pressure of modern existence. He must escape, he must free himself from the rut in which most are sunk, he must get off the treadmill.
The best manner in which a man or woman can serve the society to which they belong is to be happy and at peace with themselves. You cannot make others happy unless you yourself have achieved happiness and financial freedom. The persons who are best suited to making this a better world are those who have achieved financial freedom, serenity and peace of mind.
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