The Grass is Greener
So many of my contemporaries (in other words, mid-lifers) are expressing discontent with their working lives. We all seem to be caught in what I call the “job trap”. We are unhappy either with our work, or merely with the fact that we have to continue to work. It doesn’t seem to matter how good the money we’re earning is, or even how much we like our work. It’s the bigger question, “Is this really it? Is this how I am to spend the remaining years of my life?”
This has me wondering… is this a product of our modern times? It seems to me that the way things work nowadays, there are so many choices that we get confused. I look at my neighbor’s life and career, and I think, “wow, I wish I could be like that guy. Good job, nice wife, a couple of kids, nice house…” . Meanwhile, that guy is looking at his neighbor and saying, ”wow, that guy’s got it made, good job, single, good-looking, sports car…” And meanwhile, the next guy’s looking at his neighbor’s greener grass, for something is missing in his life too.
Until very recently, I was living a life that was the envy of many, and yet it was agony for me. As a self-styled computer consultant (a fancy way of saying computer repair-man), I was billing out at an hourly rate of $70 p/hour, I worked 2 to 3 hours a day, and I had all the freedom I could ever ask for. Living in the famed ski resort of Whistler, I was supposedly living the dream. On occasion, I would be riding the chairlift with a visitor from another town, and he would ask me where I was from, and what did I do.. I would say, I live here and I’m a self-employed computer consultant. And he would exclaim, “Oh you lucky dog, and here you are skiing in the middle of the week. You’re living the dream!”
And yet here I was, bored, frustrated. Even suicidal. The way I saw it, I was becoming middle-aged in a ski town full of youth, and I had lost my place. I watched a lot of TV. I wondered why my life was going nowhere, why the years are zipping by without any sense of joy. What is the meaning of it all? But most profoundly, I was spending an unhealthy amount of time alone, and getting into the inside of my own head and analyzing myself to death. And this is the downward spiral we call depression.
And suddenly, the death of my father forced a move to the island, the same rock where I grew up. It was a shock, but it brought about an unexpected relief from the cycle I had been in. All of a sudden, I find myself looking after my mother, and she in turn is looking after me. It is a kind of wonderful symbiotic relationship. I am provided with the opportunity to stop repairing computers for a while and do something totally different. And quite suddenly I find myself in a routine, which mostly involves preparing meals for my mother, and doing practically anything I can for her. And in turn, my mother gets a kick from providing me with food and shelter, and even booze
I realize now it’s a wonderful gift I’ve been blessed with, to be able to serve my mother. She seems to be coping with her grief better, just by the simple fact of having a family member at her side. My depression, though never far away, has for the most part subsided. I’ve made some new friends, and I meet new people all the time. I am even learning to play the guitar!
Being human, though, I still wonder what my greater purpose is all about. I just don’t know, even at 50. I have decided that the only way to deal with this situation is not to force it… just go with the flow, be open to new experiences and new people, and perhaps the right opportunity will come my way.
And maybe, just maybe… I will no longer have to envy my neighbor.
