I have the same passion, but a lot less time. The same dreams but a lot less energy. I guess I am getting older and with age I've got to understand the things that add real value in life.
Sometimes I wish I had the time to just come back here and write. Just let it go as I used to, and then be able to sleep.
I come home late, very late, eat my dinner, drink all the millions of pills I take for my multiple stress related issues and fall asleep. I wonder why people around me is so miserable? Why are their lives grey? Why do people care more about a suede bag than about another human? Why is it more important the right shade of black than the liberation of a nation or the cure of cancer? And even more worry some why do pleasing them stresses me so much?
I dream of working with people driven by passion and not by thirst for fame. I dream of working in a place where people understand that is their humanity that makes them wonderful and unique, and that it translates into their work. I do not want to be with people that turn into machines when they step in the office. I want to work with those that understand that design is personal and at the same time social. I want to think that there are people wondering about how to transfer to objects deeper meaning than the color of this season.
I am growing into a person that I can relate to and I realised that last week.
I interviewed for a much higher position, with a well renown company on my field. (No need to say much more money was going to be written on my paycheck) and I rejected the job because I could smell the human exploitation and the climate of misery from the second interview. Before, I would have chased the name, and the many zeros on the paycheck, thinking that it could have given me a better life.
A better paycheck just gives you a better option for private medical insurance, to be able to pay all the brand new illnesses from your brand new stress. I don't need any of that I need life balance, and it has taken me almost 30'years to get there; but I'm closer everyday.