When I figured out that a lot of people are going to spend their better years, wasting away, working jobs they hate every 40 hours of the week and 8 hours a day or longer. That is unless they either have been born with that silver spoon in their mouth or had at least been born with the tools of ambition to develop careers out of it that isn’t just slaving away, making people who’re not them, richer.
And by the time we’re done, if ever we see retirement, we’re then told to ‘enjoy retirement’. Some at 65, some far older. When we’re too frail to even enjoy anything we once could when we were younger. It’s a very cruel joke of life, if you ask me. Born to play throughout your toddler to kid to teenage days, enslaved to work through your young adolescent and adulthood days, grow old and weak as you’re older until death.
And we’re not even fully enjoying it on our way through this path either because of this design.
If anybody calls you a ‘deadbeat’ for deciding to play games all day or even sitting on your couch binge watching things. You educate them about how “productive” it is working as a wage slave and how deep in the hole it has gotten us in society.
I read this to mean beekeeping was one of the competitive sports you took up and now I want there to be competitive beekeeping
Oh that made me laugh, because actually beekeepers are a competitive lot. There’s an annual honey show, prizes galore. Not just for the honey, but for wax creations, baking and more. I got a first for photography - a trophy and a book token.
There’s also a more subtle competition over the amount of honey produced, success in splitting colonies, managing to get colonies through winter, fewest stings. It’s great.