It’s like the oldest profession.
Money given for that which is most precious.
The payer expecting everything that the payee can give.
No expression of thanks would be appropriate but the money received for services rendered.
The transaction robs one of being human and grants the other the feeling of superiority.
We’ve all bought into the idea that our time can be compensated by a wage.
The wages will be spent tomorrow and the time is gone forever.
2 thoughts on “By the Hour”
No one could pay me enough to forgo time with my family. I’ve already missed so much of my kids growing up just because (like all parents) I had to work
Me too. I’ve traded too much time already and it’s a big reason I lost my family.