In Paris by the Seine River, you can see a rumpled older man sitting on the bank with his rod, loaf of bread and a bottle of wine. Monsieur drops his line in the water appearing to be fishing. But there’s no hook on his line!
He might be a nutjob, or he inhabits an altered reality.
Society no longer values Monsieur’s labor, and even nature, which once offered good health and quickly cured his ailments, has left him.
Your prospect can be better than good; wonderful
They are better than you’d expect. As an escapee from the rules of the herd, he’s left to his imagination to make up his own rules. The loaf of bread and wine mean he won’t need the fishhook or fish. Instead, his employment is working on his own life’s drama. That job means he is the author, producer, critic, starring role actor, and audience of his own show.
At first, this vagabond gets a poor performance rating, but nevertheless,I identify with him on a closer view. At my advanced age, the career is a nothingburger; nature and society leave both Monsieur and me to our own devices. So increasingly, I make up my own stories and playbook.
“If you spend a day fishing, you will catch fish or fail”, according to the herd’s rules. My new rules say if I fish, write, paint, fix my old car, or garden, I must be compensated with more than cash.
What’s worth more than cash in fist?
With writing, for example, I do it for two priceless benefits, both worth more than bread:
- I write to relive my life, including the exhilarating ideas accumulated along the way. That’s a “BOGO” if I ever saw one. Live one life, get one more.
- The writing process is a high-risk attempt to be creative. At times this results in trash. Ah, but when successful, I become more alive, wrestling with what’s important to me. At my age, feeling more alive is big time.
Bigger than fish, bigger bread.
It is as good a day’s pay as you will get!