A Moment for Return
Surely, I am fully aware that this is a false dilemma in many ways, because the two propositions are not opposite but relate to two different things, work and lifestyle respectively, and any trade-off will involve my own sense of priority for one over the other. But, at the same time, the trade-off involves my life, what I do in my waking hours. And, as I have come to know, such trade-offs, while it may sound normal to many of my compatriots, should not be taken as a necessary price to pay to be in the modern world. What I saw, as I traveled, that this proposition presented to me as normal, hide the fact that there is a hierarchy of choices underlying it: My idle winter morning is so impractical because we have come to accept that such things value less than an idle winter afternoon spent in a Swiss resort (or an yacht somewhere). What we take to make sense is actually to buy into the conventional meaning of 'sense', as told on TV perhaps, and what I think of as success is merely accepting that my childhood and heritage meant nothing. I have come to accept to live in a bubble and accept that I must spend my time, the only thing that is really mine, in servicing a desire which was imposed upon me.
The flight must call, I must rush, the phone must be switched off and the ruminations must end, but one knows where to return, which may wait but an wait that goes on forever.