Law makes long spokes of the short stakes of men.
Your well fenced out real estate of mind
No high flat of the nomad citizen
Looks over, or train leaves behind.
Your rights extend under and above your claim
Without bound; you own land in Heaven and Hell;
Your part of earth’s surface and mass the same,
Of all cosmos’ volume, and all stars as well.
Your rights reach down where all owners meet, in Hell’s
Pointed exclusive conclave, at earth’s centre
(Your spun farm’s root still on that axis dwells);
And up, through galaxies, a growing sector.
You are nomad yet; the lighthouse beam you own
Flashes, like Lucifer, through the firmament.
Earth’s axis varies; your dark central cone
Wavers a candle’s shadow, at the end.
Traditionally, retiring entails leaving the workforce permanently. However, experts found that the very definition of retirement is also changing between generations....
In a way i can see why you think you’re lucky as you will suffer less in these terrible times, but damn, there are so many things I want to do in life that I’ll run out of time before I run out of things.
I am also a millenial and have a decent non-shitty job, but I’d drop that in a second if I didn’t need it. It takes such a chunk of my life.
xkcd #2883: Astronaut Guests ( imgs.xkcd.com )
xkcd.com/2883...
What the hell is this shit? Instead of pushing for the return to traditional pensions, capitalism is celebrating the idea that Millennials and Gen Z may simply never be able to stop working. ( www.cnbc.com )
Traditionally, retiring entails leaving the workforce permanently. However, experts found that the very definition of retirement is also changing between generations....