Just bee's and thangs and flowers

That's all I really need so why am I engulfed into some spiritual wasteland? As I search for the meaning behind my discontent it's pretty clear that my place of employment is the culprit. A couple of years back I met a wealthy Princetonian who so happened to be a holistic follower. Within five minutes into our conversation she told me that I had a certain aura around me and that I should refrain from any career that heavily involved computers or technology. She believed that my purpose and happiness in life would come from the selfless act of helping others. Fast forward two years and I'm an analyst at a financial firm who utterly hates her job. As "I told you so," resonates throughout my entire body I find it disturbing that it took me two years to realize that my joy in life could be my career. With that said I refuse to become just another number, a bar code, a statistic being pushed along the conveyor belt of conformity ultimately becoming some malnourished android. My definition of success is not climbing the corporate ladder of hierarchy so you can keep your cufflinks, cubicle and corporate credit card. Yes life has its perpetual beauty but right now it pretty much blows, no orgasm just a vibrator of complacency.

Roy Ayers - Everybody Loves The Sunshine