I’m trying to write a sentence
To make myself look good so that I can sell myself
To an employer I don’t know
To do work I don’t care about
To make money
I need money to survive
I need money to live
I need money to thrive
And to get it, I need to sell my body, my soul, my mind… my time
But what does it even mean to sell your time?
I know I sure as hell can’t ever buy it back
What they want is my labor, but they purchase my time
But how is owning a person’s time any different from owning that person?
I suppose it doesn’t last forever.
But it seems I have to sell all the best moments
That my life is to amount to very little other than doing the work to make my purchaser rich
And then living off the scraps he gives me in exchange
Thinking himself so damn generous
Thinking he’s helping me
I have a moment of respite right now
I have precious few times like this where I really get to rest
I can travel and live my own life for a week
But I feel like I’m only renting it
I can only afford to rent what is supposedly my own time
I do not own this body, this mind, this soul
I can only rent them from corporations who’ve purchased my time
And live in the moments to which they lay no claim
Doing my best to recover from their abuses
So that I can get back to work